#Hoping to maybe make some little intros to some of my main OCs now that I have new followers from Art Fight and ISaT...??? we'll heckin see

[circusballoon]

Been a little bit since I had a drawing hangout over on Magma.com with @erradox and @burbled !!

These hangouts are always such silly delightful chaos and I love it

[a-lonely-dunedain]

Ethedis for the LOTRO ask game?

(for this ask game where you send in one of my OCs, and I give you a synopsis of what it would look like if they were the main NPC in a tutorial quest)

o hmm, I think there's a way I could be a little mean about this heheh

so I think that I mentioned at some point that before the elf intro, Ethedis had actually befriended Amdir. I haven't fleshed out all that much of it up until now, but I'm thinking this could be a short adventure with Ethedis and Amdir where you could see them being besties (before The Horrors)

this will probably just have to be one instance, as it would flow best into the Elf or Human starting zones and we don't need to stack two entire intro questlines on top of each other lol

(under the cut bc How Did This Get So Long??)

I think it actually starts in Rivendell, with the Player Character (probably an elf/human only intro) preparing to leave on the expedition to Ered Luin, at which point you are introduced to Elrond's excited young apprentice Ethedis, and the Ranger Amdir who is going to tag along for part of the trip but plans to part ways in Bree.

Fast travel to somewhere in the wilderness of the Trollshaws, you Ethedis and Amdir are a little ways ahead of the group to make sure the road is clear. Surprise! wood-trolls! combat tutorial! After the fight Ethedis will remark that it was the first time she's actually had to put her combat training to the test against a real foe, which surprises Amdir, who says that he wouldn't have guessed it was her first real fight. One of them might ask the player character about their combat experience, which would allow you to pick from a few different responses (always a fun roleplay option and tbh I wish they would use it in more quests). I think if the PC says they're also inexperienced Amdir will mention that he's very glad you're both catching on quickly and didn't get hurt (bc he would not have fun explaining how he let two newbies get injured on his watch, and would feel very bad. classic protective Ranger moment)

Fast travel again to somewhere in the Lone Lands, you all are camped near Weathertop. Ethedis is talking about the history of the area (it sounds like she's been talking about this for a while now), and overall seems very excited to be here and see this historical site in person. Amdir smiles and says he's glad that she's interested in Dunedain history, as it brings him comfort to know that others still wish to keep his people's history alive. Your character might be prompted to give an opinion on Ethedis' loredump, either saying they found it boring (which Ethedis will simply laugh off and say that's probably why she's not a minstrel, but Amdir will just glare at you) or say it was interesting (which will prompt both her and Amdir to loredump even more)

Once you make it to Breeland, somewhere in South Chetwood, Amdir says that he must part ways here. Ethedis says she's sad to see him go but hopes to meet him again once the expedition to Ered Luin is done, and Amdir will tell her that he looks forward to it if such a meeting can be arranged, but tells you both to be careful in your travels (vaguely alluding to a growing danger in Breeland.

Then you can have two different outcomes depending on your race:

If you're a human, you part ways with the Ered Luin expedition at the same time as Amdir. He will bid you farewell and safe travels, and says that he has urgent business to attend to before disappearing into the woods without further explanation (as Rangers are wont to do). Your quest objective tells you to head to Bree-Town, but after you've been heading in that direction for a while you run into a large group of Brigands and get knocked on the head. Wake up in the Blackwold jail, human intro progresses mostly as normal from that point onward (but without the combat tutorial) although Amdir's quest dialogue would be different. If we want to get really mean, maybe one of the last things he says to you as himself is something along the lines of "I fear... I will not make it to see our friend again... tell... tell her that I tried"

If you're an elf, shortly after Amdir departs Ethedis will offer to explain to you the history of Edhelion as it was told to her by her mother before she left for the Havens. Then you get the old elf intro instance but cut down a bit and framed as a flashback, there will also be an elf woman there with a vaguely familiar face holding a baby in her arms (it's never explicitly stated, but that's Ethedis' mom and baby Ethedis), she will be there when Ethedis' dad Talagan brings down the library and she collapse to her knees in a sobbing heap when it happens. No one draws attention to her but she's still There. Anyway after that you arrive in Ered Luin, quests progress as normal but Ethedis is along for the ride. Like when you go to talk to the survivors of Edhelion, Ethedis will be in the ruins with some quest comments ("Even after all this time, I can sense the sorrow in this place..." "The land remembers it like it was yesterday, and I understand now why we still leave it abandoned" and "I think this may have been my parent's house. And to think, we all could have lived here together..."), she's also going to have Opinions about the Dourhand's borderline-worship of Skorgrim lol

After everything in Thorin's Hall is over with, she will disappear for a little bit but rejoin the story during the united elf/dwarf assault on Rath Tarag. When she hears that you're planning to go to Bree next, she will ask you to try to find Amdir and see how he's doing (surely you'll only have good news! surely!)

Later on you might run into Ethedis in Rivendell, and she'll have a short quest for you, talking about missing your fallen friend but finding comfort in your shared memories of him (very similar in tone to Gorwen's quest in Thornhad after finishing Before the Shadow) Amdir was the first mortal friend she knew, and she didn't realize how much this loss would sting. Overall it's a bittersweet reunion.

(man I really saw Ethedis and was like "the elf into didn't give her enough trauma. she's connected to the human one too!" someone please make me Give Her A Break)

[residentdormouse]

Hello hello! Just stopping by to hear a little about whichever WIP(s) you want to share about! What do you hope readers pick up on from your WIP? What do you hope is their favorite aspect of it?

💞 Thank you for the ask! 💞

The only real WIP I have right now is 'Close to the Vale'. (Main Intro Post for this story) All general summaries and prior asks are collected on this main page. I only have about 4k/2 chapters into it fully written out though (outline is putting this around 75-100k and probably 28-30 chapters once all is said and done), so its still in the very early stages. Nothing has been posted yet, and with an 'original' story, not sure how I go about that. I guess AO3 has a section for original, but does that open it up for theft? I don't know, its not like anything here is truly original. Everything influences everything. Eh, digressing...

Honestly, I'm not sure what I want people to pick up from it. (That's probably bad...) For me, its about keeping characters alive in my head. I've already written 287k in an OC insert fanfiction series for the newest version of 'the Stand', and when that was done, I wrote just shy of 5k in unrelated canon compliant one-shots afterwards. And even after all that, I'm still not over these characters. So what more can I write here? *crickets* If we're being up front, Paul's character is very much Glen coded, and Adam will be very much in the realm of Lloyd. Personally, I don't want to let them go; I love them. So this is me, making up a completely unrelated story, stealing what I like about these fictional guys so I can implant those traits on 'new' characters, and shoving them in a whole new world. All because my ass can't cope with the loss of Blorbo serotonin. Maybe a claim could be made that this story is about the struggle and inability to let go? Because here's me, the author, not doing that so well.

I would hope that this story is an enjoyable ride. Little hooks at the end of chapters that make you want to keep going, but nothing so far out there that it gets too dense. I want it to be supernatural yet realistic and accessible. Reveals and twists, but none that are completely out of left field or just there for shock. A mix of dark humor and action, with some slight horror elements, along with a romance of sorts. But I want it to be character driven above all else. I don't know, maybe that's too much, or maybe that's too basic. Hard to gauge. I guess we'll see when it's done? Hopefully somebody will let me know 😅

[vampirecatsw]

Intro and My Links

(for mobile + other users)

Hi, My name is Cyn, it's nice to meet you! Call me Cyn or Sol. My pronouns are he/him ^-^

THIS BLOG IS NOT SPOILER FREE

I'm a blatant kaishin shipper and proshipper, so scram if you're offended. Block me and go back to your lives. You don't even need to see my face, and I don't want to see you.

You might have seen me around Ao3 as secret_werewolves, leaving little comments on everyone's works~

I live in Australia and my birthday is the 18th of April. Don't worry, you don't need to send anything for it!

I like to lurk around discord servers, fandoms, devour fanfictions, and reblog things. My main fandom is Detective Conan / Magic Kaito, although I do explore some other ones.

I sometimes draw too, but since life has gotten very hectic recently, I'm taking things slower

FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ASKS ABOUT AUS, OCS OR ANYTHING. I'D BE GLAD TO ANSWER THEM!!!

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My Art (Tumblr tag): https://vampirecatsw.tumblr.com/tagged/cyn%20draws

New!!: My new art blog yay! https://cyndraws.tumblr.com

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/secret_werewolves  Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/10181337/ Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/secret-werewolves

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My tags:

#cyn draws -> my art. I might also use #my art

#cyn talks / cyn speaks -> not much of a distinction since I often tag both. But cyn talks is for chatting, and cyn speaks is for original posts.

#cyn answers -> answering asks

Usually first name, last name for characters

#fic recs -> fic recs! Feel free to also browse my ao3 bookmarks or links on my fanfiction.net profile

#transmigrator kaito au -> my own au! I post under this tag (on both accounts, so click 'see all of tumblr'). Feel free to check out the link below and to follow the tag <3

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This seems pretty popular so I'll put this here too. If I find another fic, I'll update it in this post. Happy reading~

Kaito pov/Kaito centric fanfic recommendations list:

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Planned future projects:

Start writing fanfics hahaha. First I gotta get over my self esteem and start writing planssss. I do admire everyone who writes, but I really don't want to run out of steam halfway through projects. And if I'm gonna write, I wanna get into the habit of planning! It also allows for tiny details to be hinted in later, super satisfying >v<

Rn I'm super busy with uni so aaaa they might take a while

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WIP Ideas in my brain, may or may not be actually posted. But definitely feel free to ask me questions about them!

Please send asks, I'm actually begging like please

- Kirby oc + anime au! (i have a series of monstrous documents with meticulous detail, it's getting ridiculous at this point adfghj. But I do need to watch the anime first). I have somehow ended up making an entire au around an oc haha. I'm taking some inspiration from other fandoms and fanworks.

- Dcmk oc/self inserts/transmigration aus (Shinichi/Conan, Kaito, detective boys, maybe some others. We need more of these in this fandom)

- Kaito transmigration au (Kaishin, platonic or romantic not decided yet)

https://vampirecatsw.tumblr.com/tagged/transmigrator%20kaito%20au

Inspired by 'Entirely Out of Spite' by Bgtea, a Genshin fanfic. Would highly recommend! https://archiveofourown.org/works/30349320/chapters/74816049 And also "Scum Villain Self-Saving System" too, since EOoS is inspired by it in turn. I'm crying since writing is just Not Happening XDDD The funniest thing about this au is Kaito being extra giddy to meet Shin/Cone and being a fanboy in general

Kaitou / phantom thief oc Look he just slaps, idk how to explain XD

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Ok, bye! Hope everyone is doing well! I'm going back to work now because uni is using me like its ragdoll in those flash games lol

[localvoidwhumper-moved]

HELLO WHUMP COMMUNITY.

A GREMLIN IS FINALLY COMING OUT OF THEIR LITTLE CAVE AND THAT GREMLIN IS ME

so hi there and welcome to my INTRO POST!

(despite having tumbr for years, i still suck at post formatting so please bear with me dkdhj)

I'm a person of many names, but for the sake of brevity I'll give you three

feel free to call me Yeehaw, Void or Isaac, whichever you prefer

I go mainly by they/them

English isn't my first language so please be patient with the occasional grammatical mistakes jdldjdldjdkdh

This is my main, chaotic blog where I'll reblog and try to post whump along with lots of stuff about my ocs and some other things.

For a bit about me: I am a writer, an artist, and a long time fan of whump. Ever since i was a wee child i found great joy in brewing up dark scenarios in my little mind to hurt the fictional people i made. And so i continued and now, here we are.

ONTO THE CREATIVE INFO!

(and buckle your seatbelts, this will be a long ride)

My favorite tropes:

i adore anything to do with dehumanization, which is why pet whump is one of my favorites! Nonhuman characters are very much my bread and butter, be them whumpers, caretakers or whumpees. That brings us to vampires in specific. I love those. mwah perfect. i also love creepy and intimate whumpers ohooo yes.

i like to see my whumpees break. i like my whumpees terrified. i like watching the last shreds of hope be ripped away from them and see how they scream and cry because what did they do to deserve this? BUUT i also like a hardy defiant whumpee who instead of breaking, snaps. and oh the desire for revenge... delightful. i like many things dkhdkdjd

gore, torture, kidnapping, lab and medical whump, restraints, heavy conditioning, the "damned if you do damned if you don't" trope, illness whump, all of those are absolute FAVORITES of mine

when it comes to comfort, i like seeing the recovery process, eg: a heavily conditioned and traumatized whumpee slowly learning that life isn't all pain. oh yesssss. i enjoy comfort and specks of hope being granted just before overwhelming torture strikes. it's about the contrast

when it comes to squicks, i don't really have a need to list them. i simply Dont Look at what makes me too uncomfortable once i find it so as long as a work has its themes properly tagged, it's all fine and dandy :D

I have a fuckton of ocs. might just make a big ole post cataloging all of them and let people send in asks requesting an oc and a prompt, who knows!

I have many ideas but it's hard to organize them so expect random disorganized idea dumps every now and them (voidrambles? maybe)

I'll also post lots of art, mostly oc drawings and some whumpy ideas!

AND FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ASKS!!! i love interacting and i promise i dont bite im just shy

MAIN STORY:

My main wip still doesn't have a proper name so I've been calling it the "wolf and rabbit story". It's mostly a recovery story that takes place in a world where hybrids, humans with animal characteristics, are mistreated and oppressed by most governments at large, and as such often end up becoming pets (i still gotta organize this worldbuilding *sobs*). The story follows Aleksei, a wolf hybrid who escaped the system and is now a citizen, and Vincent, a pet rabbit hybrid who ran away from his old master and is now living as a stray. Well, was living as a stray, untill Aleksei found him bleeding on the streets and made the impulse decision to take the rabbit in. Features lots of caretaking and comfort and past trauma and that wip is my baby basically.

if you've read up until this point, thank you! now it's time to play tag

(if anyone tagged here wants me to remove the tag, please let me know)

here are the main blogs which inspired me to write whump and dive into this lovely community! they're all amazing and i recommend checking them out!

@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi was the first whump blog i saw! Her Tool series just awoke something deep in my heart and i haven't stopped since

@whumpster-dumpster 's delightful prompts have carried me through many a writer's block!

@wumpzone was the blog which actually inspired me to start my wip! her stories are all worth checking out they're so good

@whumpsday 's kane and jim series is just UGH PERFECT it sparks so much joy all their blog sparks joy

and @whumpshaped is the one who gave me the last push i needed to finally post this! (thank you whumpshaped of the lake <3) its writing and drabbles are all perfect and amazing and i love it all (devil hot.... my beloved) go check it out!

and i think this is basically it, folks.

if there's anything i should change around for more clarity, please do tell

and thanks for listening to my whump intro!!

have a good earth rotation :D

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Masterlist Thing For My Major WIPs

I figured doing this would make everybody’s life easier. XD I also don’t have good enough summaries for my WIPs (in my opinion) to make WIP intros. I’ll update chapter links and stuff as I go along and will maybe probably make a taglist for my stuff (if I don’t forget). 

WIP Info

Space Don’t Dictate Fate (Reworking!)

Summary (We'll figure that out later 👍🏾)

Mostly post snippets. Will answer worldbuilding or oc asks for this one. Story basically just started over again from scratch.

Trailer for the og version here!

Hunter (Modern AU for SDDF) here!

Main characters: Arc (they/them), Tharion (he/him), Cosma(she/her), and Greeter(she/they)

Face Claim/Art for main characters here.

Robots and Gardens (still in the drafting process)

Summary: Imagine how the now present world was imagined and awed upon by previous generations mixed with how it actually is in the present world. Industrialization, overworked employees, coorporate slaves, so many robots, cool technology, hope for a better world. Until it all decides to collapse in a way no one saw coming. Who are we going to take down to stop everything from crumbling. 

You can ask me all kinds of questions about this one. XD It’s no where neardone though. I post actual chapters of this... sometimes. XD I’m trying my best. I have a couple chapters out so far which you can read here. Chapters 1/2/3/

Main characters: Digits (she/her), Green (she/her), Peace (she/her), Donnie (he/they), Hollis (she/her) 

Face claim/picrew for main characters here. 

Fucked at Five (my newest wip!) (may or may not change the title) 

Summary (that I have so far): Morphers. An extreme genetic modification that has been gifted by the impatience of the world and the power of science. Morphers have the ability to morph their form into a more animalistic form. All of these forms vary in composition and severity. Morphers are monsters to human kind. Human kind are monsters to morphers. Morphers might just be the new superior, humans are just far too arrogant to see it. 

You can ask me all kinds of questions about this one as well. XD I’m still figuring stuff out though.

Main characters: Elliot (he/him), Saz (she/her), Julie (she/her), Ian (he/it)

Face claim/picrew for characters right here.

Character Inspired Playlists here

Character info (General)

Voiceclaims sorta here

Awesome piccrews most of my ocs here

Digits Prosthetic Schematics here

Some art I drew of Digit's prosthetics. A little messy but very detailed descriptions.

Ramblings about fighting styles (Fucked at Five) here

Space Don't Dictate Fate Fits here

Random Writes! 

This is stuff that aren’t any of my major wips. This will be stuff like random prompts or random scenes that can or won’t be related to my main three WIPs. More often not related. This is a lot of the stuff I write, especially when I head back to campus. It can be a mixture of study’s (where I’m practicing a specific thing like action scenes, kiss scenes, grief, etc.), poetry, story’s that drop in at random ass points. Half of the time they won't have titles XD and the characters won't have names.

Cravings (the only finished one for real XD)

Can read that here! cw: blood, gore, cannibalism, sex mention. 

Melancholic Alcoholic (Poem from awhile ago) 

Can read that here!

Cute tag game I did with Green and Peace

Here

Untitled quick write story here

CW: Suicide, Suicidal ideation, suicide attempt mention, and gore.

Dero Was Here (story here)

CW: Violence, death, gods, fantasy religion

An Unwelcomed Gift here

CW: Violence, gods, fantasy religion, body horror (sort of), death, blood (a little), gore (eh a little not really)

Random Fucked at Five Stuff here! and here!

Crushing on the Mortuary Man here!

CW: Gore, necrophilia, cannibalism mention, body horror, vomit.

My Characters as excerpts from poems I've written here

Give it some love. I think this is a good insight on some of my characters! And it's a quick glimpse at some of my poetry that I rarely post.

Appetite here!

No content warnings I think. Just a short kinda violent little story. 👍🏾

Song based blurb here!

Cw: suggestive content, alcohol

Untitled Poem here!

Daughter here!

Another poem I wrote for creative writing class.

Weird Little Story here!

CW: Unsettling, vomit

Somethin' About Me here!

Cw: suicide mention.

A little poem I found in my notes app.

Soft Moment Between Friends here!

A little Robots & Gardens scene.

Random Robots & Gardens Thing here!

Just a random little thought that came to mind XD. Green fucked up.

Green and her knife here!

A couple random robots & gardens blurbs revolving around Green and her weapon.

Clothes Swap here!

Cw: nsfw

Peace borrows clothes from Green and other stuff ensues.

The Arrangement here!

Cw: nsfw

Saz and Julie have an agreement and they enjoy themselves.

Green and Digits Character Study here!

Green and Digits from Robots & Gardens first meeting each other. Gay bonding and acquaintanceship ensues

Saz's Fear here!

A quick little blurb about a goofy fear Saz has.

Dark's Love is Bright here!

A cool concept of Dark versus Light.

Halloween WBW Snippet here!

Kid Peace and Green show you a glimpse of what their Halloween's were like.

Saz and Elliot Big Post here!

Saz and Elliot start talking about morphing and training. Doodles attached.

Julie and Saz Mush here!

Julie and Saz being cute. Julie calls Saz pretty after a long day of getting insulted by the elder morphers. Saz's day brightens.

Julie Kicks Saz's Ass here!

Julie and Saz have a training match. And as the title says Saz get's fucking ruined.

A Morning Away here!

Peace and Green have a morning to themselves and decide to use it.

Cw: nsfw

The Worker And The Protestor here!

A dive into Digits at work and the protestor (Peace) that brightens her day.

Smut Scene Prompt Response here and here!

Saz and Julie's safeword sorta/Julie's shy under Saz's affection

Cw: nsfw

Green and Peace Prompt Responses 1 & 2

Green and Peace get busy at church/Peace gets sick and Green takes care of her.

Cw: nsfw

Unrequited here!

A quick poem I wrote while hella in my feelings

Cw: suggestive

Fighting it Out here!

A very brief fight scene between Ian and Elliot

Mighty Morphing People Eaters + here!

Something where I dive into the fact that most morphers have eaten people before.

Cw: body horror (kinda), human consumption

Leftovers here!

Very quick Saz and Julie thing where Julie both encourages Saz and brings her down

Cw: human consumption (mentioned), blood

Hollis the Multifaceted here!

Hollis character study

Cosma and Greeter here!

Space Don't Dictate Fate content for the first time in a long time holy shit

Cw: suggestive

Bookshelf here!

A quick poem I wrote clearing my bookshelf

Random poem here!

Who's Greeter to You? here!

Space Don't Dictate Fate content

Random Thought SDDF here

Space Don't Dictate Fate content

Quick Poem (No title) here!

Cw: suggestive

The Morphers (A series) 1/2/3

Cw: body horror, gore, death

Arc and Tharion here!

Space Don't Dictate Fate Content

Arc Asks A Lot of Questions here!

Arc actually trying to learn more about Tharion

Tharion Fucking With Arc here!

SDDF content

A bit of Saz and worldbuilding here!

Two Deer Morphers Walk Into a Bar... here!

Cw: nsfw

[taetaespeaches]

“It’s ok, baby, you don’t have to tell me how cool I was.”

jungkook x reader (or oc) (feat. bangtan and their ladies) genre: fluff word count: 3.8K

a/n: I found writing this drabble to be so difficult for some reason, but here it is lol. The bangtan gang does karaoke together and through it, Guk/Holly realize just how fucking smitten they are with each other. As always, thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :)) 

WALKING down the hallway to the room, you squinted in curiosity. Weren’t karaoke rooms supposed to be at least a little soundproof?

“Jesus, do you hear that?” Jungkook giggled next to you, his hand wrapped up with yours.

“Is that them?” You asked, your boyfriend nodding. The pure chaos seeping from the room into the hallway was already calming your nerves, though you were still on edge. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t met the boys before. You’d met them all at least once, and you knew Jimin and his girlfriend and Taehyung and his “best friend” pretty well. But there was something intimidating walking into a room full of Jungkook’s closest friends with all their girlfriends.

You were the newbie, and you were worried you would be treated as such.

“Hey,” Jungkook squeezed your hand. “Relax,” he smiled comfortingly at you. You nodded quickly, assuring him you were good to go inside, Jungkook reaching an arm out to open the door.

Upon entry, you were met with the scene of Jimin performing ‘7 rings’, and as he sang “when you see them racks, they stacked up like my ass,” his girlfriend was slapping his ass as he did a sassy little twerk.

The rest of the group were laughing and cheering at the two, hoots and hollers resounding in the space. Jimin fell into giggles and his girlfriend had to take over on the mic to help him finish the song. Maybe you had no reason to be nervous around this group…

You and Jungkook slipped inside the room, Jin taking notice as he yelled out, “JK!” dragging out the second letter. His eyes widened when he spotted you. “Hey, I want to talk to you,” he told you, immediately coming over and grabbing your wrist gently, pulling you away from your boyfriend, Jungkook’s gaze following you as you walked away with his older friend.

You watched Jungkook approach the group as Jimin’s performance ended. Applause and cheering ensued as Jimin slung his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders, taking a bow before they seated themselves at the end of the curved booth next to Taehyung and his… best friend.

Meeting Jin’s eyes, he shot you a smile. “Now hear me out,” he started, your eyes widening. He let out a breathy chuckle at your reaction before adding, “what do you say about performing a song with me?”

“About time you showed up,” Jimin’s girlfriend yelled at Jungkook, making him look at her in offense.

“The car was late,” he defended, just as Yoongi’s girlfriend spotted him.

“You missed my performance of ‘Oops!... I did it again,” Jimin’s girlfriend started singing, Jimin smiling happily next to her, his arms still hung over her shoulders.

“Kookie!” Yoongi’s girlfriend suddenly yelled at him. “Are you ready to do this?”

“Do what?” He asked, resulting in a glare from the girl. “Oh! Are we doing this?” He asked in excitement.

She stood up, Yoongi watching her rise. “You two are singing together?” He asked, sporting a gummy grin.

“Get ready to be blown away,” she told her boyfriend, leaning down to leave a kiss to his forehead.

Your conversation with Jin about what song to sing together was disrupted when you spotted your boyfriend stepping to the center of the room with Yoongi’s girlfriend, both with mics in hand. Jin followed your gaze, a cheer immediately leaving his lips when he noticed the duet pair.

Jungkook’s eyes found yours, a smile overtaking his face as you held up a thumbs up at him. He winked back, you giggling, just as the music started.

The duo looked to each other, both giving a cool head nod, just before Jungkook started singing ‘Thnks fr th Mmrs’, Yoongi scoffing from his seat, though he wore a fond grin.

“Ah, of course! Our resident emos!” Jin yelled out next to you, you laughing as your eyes stayed glued to Jungkook.

As Jungkook took the lead vocals, Yoongi’s girlfriend sang the extra vocals, both of them coming together in perfect harmony in accordance to the song. Had they practiced this?

“Oh my god, they practiced this,” Yoongi suddenly yelled out in laughter, his girlfriend sticking up a middle finger at him, only making the man laugh harder. Jungkook looked to you, you shaking your head at him, though you were thoroughly entertained by his pre-rehearsed duet.

As Yoongi’s girlfriend sang the bridge, Jungkook played an acoustic air guitar, everyone laughing as they watched in amusement.

Jungkook took over the main vocal again when the pre-chorus came back in, Yoongi’s girlfriend handling the adlibs. They head banged together, causing Jimin to nearly fall out of his seat in laughter, his girlfriend having to hold him up by his forearm. By the time the song was over, they were both winded, nodding their heads as the group applauded them. With a high five, the girl was returning to her seat, and your boyfriend was approaching you.

“One more song and then it’s us,” Jin told you before walking way, smacking your boyfriend’s back as they passed by each other. Standing in front of you, he gave you a smug look.

“What’d you think?” He asked, feigning a cool guy act, you giggling as you patted his cheek.

“Very cool, baby,” you teased, Jungkook nodding in agreement.

You both stared at each other for a moment before Yoongi’s voice drew your attention across the room.

“Ok, amateurs, let me show you how it’s done,” he said, his girlfriend rolling her eyes as he pulled up his sleeve, doing his own cool guy act.

Nobody knew what song Yoongi was about to perform, you all watching him closely as you awaited the music. Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist and you leaned into the touch. When the music started, you, his girlfriend, and Tae’s “best friend” all gasped, the others taking a moment to figure it out.

Everyone burst into laughter in unison at Yoongi’s “O-Ow,” as he started singing Shania Twain’s ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’. You didn’t know Yoongi as well as the group did but it seemed as though everyone was just as shocked as you about his song choice. Since when does Yoongi listen to Shania?

Hoseok instantly pulled out his phone, having to capture the performance. The man had moves, you had to admit. And he was possibly the king of the finger wag, wigging his hips as he moved his finger around, informing you all that he indeed was not impressed.

When he said, “Ok, so you’re a rocket scientist,” he stood in front of Namjoon, Namjoon holding back a smile as everyone else laughed.

Yoongi dedicated the second verse to Jin, messing his hair up as he sang, “‘cause heaven forbid it should fall out of place.” The whole room joined in with the, “Ok, so you’re Brad Pitt.”

Jungkook moved around your body, wrapping his arms around you in a back hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. His body was warm and you couldn’t help but melt a little in his embrace.

Yoongi really did put on quite a performance, but the man holding you was pretty damn distracting, his boyish cackles sounding next to your ear pulling your attention from Yoongi’s stellar show. You snuck a glance at the man to find him looking at you already, a massive smile spread across his face.

His eyes sparkled, the edges crinkled due to the expression of happiness. You could look at him like that forever. Leaning your face toward his, you left a sweet kiss to his cheek, the man sighing in content at the gesture.

As Yoongi’s performance wrapped up, he returned to his seat next to his girlfriend, a proud smile on his face, Jungkook chuckling as the girl patted Yoongi’s chest, looking at him in disbelief.

“I’m kind of pissed that I never knew you were a Shania fanboy,” she told him, a grin overtaking his face as he leaned toward her, pecking her lips.

Jungkook’s focus left the couple when he felt you pat his forearm, stepping away from you.

“Are you up?” He asked, letting go of you, his eyes glued to your form as you turned to nod at him.

“Cheer for me,” you told him, Jungkook giggling in response.

“Always,” he replied.

Jungkook made his way to sit with the group, taking a spot next to Hoseok, his gaze staying with you. He giggled when you and Jin made up a handshake on the spot, a series of hand slaps and fist bumps, you struggling to follow Jin’s lead.

When the music started up, everyone let out “ohhhh’s” in excitement at the piano intro to Lizzo’s massive bop. You sang, “Why men great tell they gotta be great?” Jin singing the high-pitched “Woo!” Everyone laughed as you sang ‘Truth Hurts’ together, you and Jin taking turns singing a few lines before the other took over. It was actually pretty impressive how easily you and Jin fed off each other, both in terms of taking over vocals and in dance moves.

Jungkook felt his face heat up when you pointed at him as you sang, “So you can tell your friend,” everyone awing and oohing as you turned back to Jin, pretending to shoot a basketball as you sang, “shoot your shot when you see him”, Jin holding his arms open in a circle to create a basketball hoop, “it’s ok, he’s already in my dms, bitch,” you sent a wink to Jungkook, his heart racing for some fucking reason as he wore an adorably smitten smile.

Hoseok placed his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, a wide smile on his face as they all bopped along to the rest of yours and Jin’s performance.

As Jungkook watched you interact with his oldest friend, and saw how everyone else smiled and laughed as they watched you in amusement, he felt a fluttering sensation in his stomach. He knew you’d fit in with the group just fine, but with how easily you joined them Jungkook was on could nine.

He knew you were nervous heading into the night, and to see how quickly you warmed up and how welcoming his friends were toward you, he realized just how special you were.

When the song ended, Jungkook opened his arms for you to sit on his lap, which you happily did skipping over to him as Jin soaked in the praises. Jungkook placed a kiss to your shoulder before pressing one to the side of your neck, another to your jaw, and another on your cheek. He couldn’t help but want to kiss you all over, his fondness growing impossibly stronger and deeper the longer the night went on.  

Jungkook nearly cooed at how you giggled at his affections, leaning back against him as you asked, “How did I do?”

He didn’t respond straight away, instead scanning at your features, appreciating every inch of your face before his eyes met yours. “You were amazing,” he complimented finally, though the light-hearted atmosphere suddenly turned more intense, strong feelings floating in the air as your gazes held each other’s.

I think I’m in love with you, Jungkook thought to himself.

You and Jungkook continued staring at each other, eyes drifting from feature to feature, your orbs appreciating the adorable freckle below his bottom lip, to his perfectly boopable nose, up to his round bambi eyes just in time to see them crinkle at the edges due to the smile curving on his mouth.

A smile overtook your own face, a giggle slipping from Jungkook. The temptation too much for you to resist, you raised your pointer finger, tapping the tip of his nose gently, Jungkook giggling more as he grabbed his hand in yours.

As Yoongi’s girlfriend and Taehyung’s “best friend” began singing ‘I Kissed A Girl’ together, shamelessly partaking in their little crush on each other, you and Jungkook watched with grins as he mindlessly traced over the lines on your hand and fingers.

In that moment, everything felt right. Like you belonged there with Jungkook, seated on his lap with his arms wrapped around you, his breath on your neck as he placed occasional subtle kisses to your skin. And there with his friends, all of them smiling and laughing around you, treating you as though you had always been a part of their group.

Glancing around at them all, you smiled fondly at how Jimin and his girlfriend teased Taehyung for looking a little jealous over his “best friend’s” performance with Yoongi’s girlfriend. And how Yoongi shamelessly cheered his lady on as she danced with the girl, highly amused by the song choice due to his and his girlfriend’s ongoing joke about them both having a crush on the younger girl. Hoseok was once again filming the performance with a smile as bright as the sun as his girlfriend sat with her hand on his lap, joking with Namjoon’s girlfriend, while Namjoon stared lovingly at his girlfriend. Jin and his girlfriend were singing along passionately with the song. It felt like home, and you were filled with a feeling of love and tenderness for the people around you.

Turning to the man holding you against his body, those emotions only intensified as you met his gaze once more. He had easily entered your life, turning everything upside down in the best way possible as he filled each day with more light. When his eyebrows raised in question, you simply shook your head before resting your forehead against his. I’m in love with you, you thought as Jungkook pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

Jungkook left you momentarily to perform ‘BANG BANG BANG’ by BIGBANG with Taehyung, and the word perform was not to be taken lightly. The two were rapping their asses off, busting out moves, giving it their all as they pulled out all the stops. It was obvious they had sang this song together numerous times throughout their years of friendship.

“Give the man a rap verse!” Taehyung’s “best friend” yelled out to the rap line, and specifically Yoongi, causing Taehyung to giggle and mess up his otherwise perfect verse. Yoongi scoffed and Hoseok cackled loudly, and well, Namjoon was in his own drunken world, having had a few too many drinks.

“I swear, when those two get together it’s like they share one brain cell between the both of them,” Taehyung’s “best friend” teased the singing duo, you, Jimin, and Jimin’s girlfriend laughing.

“The Nimrods,” you commented, Taehyung’s girlfriend gasping.

“That’s them!” She agreed, both of you deciding to lovingly dub them as The Nimrods from there on out.

“I want you and Taehyung to duet,” Jimin told Taehyung’s “best friend”. “Let us pick the song,” he gestured to his girlfriend, the girl nodding enthusiastically. After groaning and trying to get out of it, Taehyung’s “best friend” reluctantly agreed, the couple smirking to each other as if some plan was falling into place.

As Jungkook and Taehyung finished, they did their well-known handshake before taking a cocky bow, you rolling your eyes teasingly as he returned to you. “It’s ok, baby, you don’t have to tell me how cool I was,” Jungkook joked as you stood up, letting him sit down.

“Oh, don’t worry, I wasn’t going to,” you grinned, Jungkook laughing adorably at the comment. He reached for your thighs to pull you back onto his lap, but you stepped away from him, making your way to the center of the room.

“You’re singing again?” He asked, you nodding as Jimin’s girlfriend appeared at your side.

“We’re gonna sing some One D because it’s a crime to not pay homage to our favorite boyband during karaoke,” she told the crowd, only to be met with yells of disapproval.

“What about us?” Namjoon yelled out.

“Yeah, we’re a boyband,” Jimin added with a whine, causing the girl to hold her hand up to them to hush them.

“I said what I said,” she told them all firmly, some of them huffing, others laughing in amusement.

Jungkook watched with a massive smile spread across his face as you performed ‘I Would’ by One Direction. He was so fucking fond.

If someone had told him earlier in the night that he would grow absolutely certain he was in love with you as you belted out classic Zayn Malik adlibs, well, he may have believed them. But it was true. In that moment, he was sure.

His lovestruck daze was interrupted when Jimin tapped his arm. “You need to bring her around more,” he told Jungkook, Taehyung and his “best friend” agreeing.

Jungkook easily nodded, biting back a growing smile. “I will,” he said simply.

When you returned to him after the song ended, he quickly wrapped his arms around your legs, pulling you onto his lap, smothering your cheek in kisses. “You’re the fucking cutest,” he mumbled against your face between pecks as you giggled.

He left his cheek pressed to the side of your face as you turned your attention to Taehyung and his “best friend” glaring at their friends, Jimin and his girlfriend snickering as ‘Partition’ by Beyonce played. “I hate you so much,” the girl complained to her friend, Jimin’s girlfriend simply blowing her a kiss.

However, it didn’t take long for the duo to get into it, dancing together, the girl taking care of most of the lyrics, Taehyung doing his best to play along despite his slight state of shock. Everyone “ooh’d” as she sang, “Oh, there daddy, daddy didn’t bring the towel,” Taehyung’s eyes widening slightly as she reached for his shirt, gripping the material at the center of his chest, tugging him toward her.

When she sang the line, “He like to call me peaches when we get this nasty,” Taehyung rested his forehead against hers, the duo staring at each other tensely, everyone else sharing knowing glances with each other.

By the time they finished the song, both of their faces were tinted red as they sat awkwardly together, though the girl wore a small smirk. Taehyung would steal glances at her, his eyes taking in the sight of her. Jungkook wondered how much longer they would try to hide their feelings from each other.

The sexual tension that the room just witnessed was completely shattered as you all laughed at a very tipsy Namjoon belting to Adele’s ‘Someone Like You’, his girlfriend giggling fondly at him as he dramatized the performance.

Jungkook continued placing kisses to your shoulder, neck, and jaw throughout Namjoon’s ballad, letting out boyish chuckles near your ear. He was really adorable. And as much as you enjoyed being with all his friends, you were growing anxious to get him alone.

Your realization that you were without a doubt madly in love with him had you wanting to tell him as soon as possible, almost as if you were to keep it inside any longer, your heart would burst.

You were glowing under the cheap disco ball lights, smiling and laughing with his friends, and Jungkook’s growing desire to tell you just how much he loved you was taking over, losing his impulse control.

Luckily, everyone was tiring out, buzzed and happy. When Namjoon finished his song, his girlfriend grabbed his jacket, walking towards him.

“Ok, my sweet crooner, let’s go home,” she told him, Namjoon leaning forward to kiss her before he put the jacket on. You all started piling out of the karaoke bar in your pairs, some getting touchier than others.

Jungkook positioned himself behind you, holding you in a back hug as you left the building, stepping onto the sidewalk, the cold air hitting you and making you both shiver.

Saying your goodbyes to everyone, you began waddling in the direction of your apartment. The air was chilly but Jungkook’s body pressed against your back was warm. He hummed ‘Someone Like You’ in your ear, you smiling fondly as you took your time down the walkway.

Halting your movements, Jungkook grunted, squeezing your body tighter in his arms. “I had a lot of fun tonight,” you told him.

“Me too,” Jungkook whispered before spinning you around so you faced him, his hands coming to cradle your face. Your hands gripped onto his wrists as you both stared at each other. “They all really like you,” he told you, a fond smile on his pretty face.

“Yeah?” You asked, Jungkook nodding immediately. “I like them too.”

There were a few people who walked past you both occasionally, but neither of you paid them any attention as you continued staring at each other, all those unconfessed feelings bubbling within you both.

You were radiant under the streetlights, your smile bright as you looked at him, and he found himself sighing as he brushed his thumbs overtop your cheek bones.

“I’m in love with you, you know that?” Jungkook confessed in a soft voice, his eyes traveling your face before locking them on your own orbs, noticing how they didn’t even widen. Instead, they just looked warm and comforting, and dare he say, reciprocated the same feelings he just admitted to you.

Looking at him, his hair hanging over his eyes, the cold air leaving his pretty lips in little clouds, his eyes sparkling under the illumination of the streetlamp a few feet away from you, you simply smiled.

“Of course, I know that,” you teased, Jungkook letting out a small breathy chuckle at your response to his confession. “I’m in love with you, Jungkook.”

His eyes widened in slight surprise before they crinkled in the corners, smiling in relief and giddiness. “I didn’t know that,” he told you.

“Well now you do,” you replied, moving your hands to his waist, pulling him to you, Jungkook easily catching your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your top lip fit perfectly between his, just as it had during the first kiss in the laundromat a couple months ago, and just like it had every kiss since then. Your lips moved together, neither of you able to get enough of the other.

“I really love you, baby,” he mumbled against your mouth, you smiling into the kiss, loving the way his hands held your face.

“I love you so much,” you told him just before he placed one last lingering kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours, letting out a quick breath.

“Let’s go home,” he told you with a happy grin, you nodding as he reached for your hand. Intertwining your fingers, you walked together, talking and giggling, sneaking glances at each other, and stealing the occasional kiss as you made your way back to your apartment.

You did know he loved you. He was much too obvious with it for you to be oblivious. But as he leaned against your side, resting his head on your shoulder as you worked on unlocking your apartment door, whispering those three words into your ear for the third time, you knew you’d never tire of hearing them.

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

One Shot: April Fools (You Can’t Kid A Kiddo)

Intro: It’s April Fools’ Day and Tony is out to play. Avengers, beware!

Warnings: Bad language, very mild smut…no one gets naked but just in case- NSFW, 18+

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark 

A/N: Happy April Fool’s Day! To celebrate I’m taking us WAY back into the SSB timeline, this takes place at some point just before the AOU timeline.

Word Count: 6k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

 Steve’s hands were hot on Katie’s hips, gently gripping her bare skin just above her underwear, the top she was wearing riding up slightly. Her bare thighs were straddling his as he gripped her neck, pulling her down for a searing kiss, grinding up against her, the TV programme they had been watching was long forgotten.

“You know,” Steve pulled back slightly to look at her, one of his hands tangling in the hem of the plaid button down she’d stolen from him to sleep in, as usual, “Captain America doesn’t approve of theft.” “Captain America is an ass hole.” Katie grinned back. “Stevie is my favourite.”

He gave a chuckle and leaned back against the sofa cushions, simply taking in her appearance for a second. “How did I get so lucky?” He asked, reaching up to tuck her long hair behind her ears. She smiled at him, her cheeks slightly flushed.

“What’s brought this on?” Her hands slid up his chest, coming to a stop on his shoulders, fingers gently playing with the collar of his polo shirt.

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “Just seeing you now and then before with that reporter…reminds me about how fierce…” he pressed a kiss to her lips, “and loyal…”another kiss, “and downright sexy you are when you’re angry.”

“He was a dick.” She mumbled, against his lips, her eyes narrowing slightly as she pulled back to look at him, his fingers gently tracing the outside of her thighs. “I mean, it’s not like we haven’t already launched the publicity campaign for the book already.”

“Well its big news.”

“Of course it is, its Harlan Thrombey.” Katie shrugged. “His books are huge!”

“Did you ever get to the bottom of why he’s reached out to SIP to run the next one when he has his own publishing company?” Steve asked and she popped a shoulder in response. “Oh something to do with his Son annoying him and needing to be taught not to take things for granted. I can ask him that in October when I meet him to go over the final edit and discuss the covers and stuff…” She wrinkled her nose as her brow creased into a frown. “But that’s by the by. That ass-hat reporter should have been at the press launch like everyone else, not trying to accost us when we went out for lunch. And what the fuck has whether we’ve set a wedding date got to do with it anyway? Nosey bastard.”

Steve chuckled at her rant and looked at her, his eyes shining. “We haven’t set one though.”

“Yeah well, we’ve kinda had a bit going on.” She pondered. “I mean, there was my extended vacation in Canada…”

“Don’t.” Steve shook his head, swallowing. “It’s not funny. I hate it when you do that.”

Katie chuckled. “I’m sorry, baby.” She leaned over and gave him a soft kiss, he hated it when she made light of her HYDRA ordeal. She pulled away, her hands resting on his shoulders. “Maybe once all this business with the sceptre is sorted we can think about it.” Steve sighed. “It’s certainly taking a little longer than we hoped.”

“Well it’s only the end of March. I’ve always wanted a summer wedding so it’s not…” Katie trailed off and Steve saw her eyes widen and her mouth dropped open as she looked at him. “Oh shit.”

“What is it?” he frowned.

“It’s the 31st March.” She looked at him, swallowing and Steve felt the colour draining from his face.

“Crap.” The reason for their horror was simple. Because, forget Christmas or Thanksgiving, April Fools’ Day was Tony Stark’s favourite time of year, as his long suffering sister could testify. When she was a kid, Tony had done the usual stuff. Flour in her talc, washing up liquid in her shampoo, paper shapes of bugs (never spiders though, he wasn’t that cruel) in lampshades so when she turned the lights on she’d think she had a huge cockroach in there, that type of stuff. But, as she matured, so did the pranks. At one time whilst she had been at the tower for a meeting, JARVIS sent her an alert that someone had slashed her tyres in the carpark. She had sprinted outside to find photos of Slash from ‘Guns and Roses’ struck to the side of her wheels. Another year, Tony had hacked her StarkPhone and Laptop and changed the language to Chinese. Of course she couldn’t read fucking Chinese to change it back. When she found an agent in SHIELD who did and he reversed it for her, within thirty seconds it had flicked over to Russian. And when Natasha fixed that it became Swedish and so on and so on… Steve had also been the butt of a few pranks since he had known Tony. In 2013 he had fallen for the old toothpaste Oreo trick when a box had arrived for him allegedly from the cookie company themselves after Steve had been papped eating a packet. That had nearly made him sick. And then last year there had been the non-stop phone calls asking for Franklin. Every time it was someone different and Steve was getting more and more frustrated as to who exactly Franklin was and why people thought he was on his number. Then, as he and Katie had been on the sofa making out, he’d gotten one last call…

“Leave it…” she urged, her hands on his face turning him back to look at her. He kissed her again, hands sliding up the side of her torso, grinding his crotch down onto hers making her purr with delight as her hands strayed to the buckle of his belt, soft fingers gently skimming his abs as she made to undo it, his tongue tangling ferociously with hers as he gave a soft moan of pleasure… But his phone was going again. Katie sighed as he dropped his head to her chest, mumbling a curse. “Unless that’s a Code Red, you can tell whoever it is to fuck off.” She gave a frustrated growl, her head flopping back against the cushion as Steve reached over and answered it, still led over her. “Rogers.” He spoke sharply. It was another unknown number, but this time it wasn’t an unknown voice that spoke. “Hi this is Frankin!” Tony greeted him and Steve let out a growl of frustration as he realised he had been had. “Have there been,” there was a pause as the inventor laughed, “I’m sorry, have there been any calls for me?” “Tony, I swear to god!” He spat through gritted teeth as the inventor cackled and hung up. “Your brother is a dick.” He looked down at Katie, shaking his head. “Well yeah, I know that.” Katie looked up at her boyfriend. “What did he just do?” “You know those calls I’ve been getting all day, the ones asking for Franklin?” He looked at her and she nodded. “It was him.”

Katie paused and then let out a laugh. “To be fair, that’s a pretty good one.” “I hate him.” Steve mumbled, dropping his head back to her chest.

She chuckled again, and ran her fingers through his hair. “Hey, Stevie, wanna get him back?” “How?” Steve queried, propping himself up on his elbows, looking at her. “Call him,” she grinned, leaning up and nipping at his jaw line softly as he closed his eyes, “leave the phone on the table,” she bucked up under him, wriggling her hips, his trousers feeling uncomfortably tight again, “and let him listen to us make out”

Steve hadn’t done that, because, well frankly the thought of anyone listening to them wasn’t a great turn on in his books, let alone her brother, so Tony had gone another year of getting away with it.

Simply put, Tony was king of the pranks, and this year he had the entire team at the tower to torment. 

“We should warn the others.” Steve looked at Katie, and with a sigh she nodded. She untangled herself from him and straightened the legs on her denim shorts.

“JARVIS?” She asked.

“Yes Miss Stark.” “Where are the rest of the team?”

“Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton are in the Common Room. Thor is in his quarters as is Mr Stark and Dr Banner is in the Lab.”

“I’ll cover Nat, Clint and Banner.” Steve nodded. “You wanna go see Thor?”

Katie nodded. “Sure, I’ll pop down and see him now. Then we should probably go for a look around, see if we can spot if he’s set anything up.” Katie climbed off his lap and Steve straightened his pants slightly before giving her a quick kiss and heading towards the stairs whereas Katie made her towards the hidden elevator, selecting the right floor. Thor and Clint shared one of the highest floors in the tower, both preferring to be higher up, closer to the roof but it was still below theirs. Exiting the elevator, she turned left and knocked on the door.

“Little Stark?” Thor answered and stepped back. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” “It’s not strictly pleasure I’m afraid Thor…” Katie sighed “I’m here with a warning.” “A warning?” he frowned.

“Yeah, you got five minutes? It’s gonna take some explanation.”

***** Tony was giggling to himself as he put the final touches to the last of his pranks, before closing the door to the Lab and heading back to his floor. It was ridiculously early in the morning, but needs must. There was no way he could have set this all up the previous evening because Kiddo and Spangles would most likely have done some kind of recon mission before they went to bed.

So, as the saying goes, the bird catches the worm and all that. Fuck Killian and his second mouse bullshit.

“What have you been doing?” Pepper mumbled to him as he walked back into their dark bedroom.

“Nothing.” He answered, with a grin, leaning down to give her a peck.

“Bullshit.” Pepper mumbled against his lips. “It’s April Fools’ Day…” “Is it?” he said, innocently and she rolled her eyes. “JARVIS?”

“Yes Sir?”

“Hey buddy, I need you to set up an alert for me for today. If anyone goes into my office, or the garage, or anywhere in the tower messing with my equipment, I wanna know about it.”

“Of course Sir.”

Tony grinned as he headed into the bathroom for a shower. “Avengers, assemble!” 

Prank 1.

Steve was the first victim. He and Katie were making their way, cautiously, down to the large meeting room where they were all due to congregate to look over the plans of an abandoned British prison they suspected of being a HYDRA base. They made sure to check round each corner before they walked round it, checking up high, low, everywhere.

But there was no avoiding this prank.

Steve pressed his palm to the Biometric Pad on the meeting room door and the pair of them gave a loud yell and a jump as their ears were assaulted by a sudden chorus.

“Who’s strong and brave here to save the American Way? Who vows to fight like a man for what’s right, night and day?”

“Oh for fucks sake!” Steve groaned as he pulled open the door, the song echoing through the PA system.

“Who will campaign door to door for America? Carry the flag shore to shore for America? From Hoboken to Spokane? The Star Spangled Man with a plan!”

Clint and Natasha were stood, poised at the table, both wearing identical looks of astonishment on their faces. They turned to Katie and Steve as they walked into the room, the song still playing.

“We can’t ignore there’s a threat and a war we must win! Who’ll hang a noose on the goose-stepping goons from Berlin?”

“I’m assuming this means Cap is the first of us to fall victim to Stark?” Clint asked, his lips quirking into a smile.

“Who will indeed lead the call for America? Who’ll rise or fall, give his all, for America?”

“Please tell me it isn’t going to go through a full rendition.” Steve sighed, dropping into a chair.

“Who’s here to prove that we can? The Star Spangled Man with a plan!”

Silence. The four of them waited with bated breath, but thankfully it had stopped.

“Just the first two verses.” Katie flopped down next to him. “Suppose we should be grateful.” “Kiddo, you’re as much of a sneak as Tony.” Clint looked at her, as Thor walked into the room. “How come you’ve never managed to get him back?”

“He’s too smart.” She sighed. “I’ve tried and tried before. It doesn’t help that he has JARVIS either, watch this…JARVIS?”

“Yes Miss Stark?”

“Has my brother got an alert going for you to warn him if we try and prank him?” “I couldn’t possibly comment, Miss Stark, on whether or not your brother has an alert set up to warn him if any of you attempt to tamper with any of his equipment.”

Normally, Katie would chuckle at the AI’s tone but she was too frustrated with her brother and the seeming lack of loopholes in any of his instructions she could exploit. She leaned back in her chair and gave a huff “See?”

“I could just shock him with some lightning?” Thor suggested

“Think that’s a little harsh.” Steve shook his head. 

“See if you still think that by the end of the day when every time you open a door that song starts.” Natasha looked at him.

“What, you think…” Steve looked at her and then gave a groan. “Too much to hope that it would just be the one door isn’t it?”

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Tony, watching the events unfold on the display in the safety of his office, cackled. “Of course it isn’t just one door, Spangles!” _______

Prank 2.

Bruce was sincerely hoping that whatever inevitable prank Tony was going to pull on him that the Billionaire had been sensible enough not to shock him so far that the Hulk erupted. Bruce had a pretty good hold on him, so he wasn’t too worried but still, you never know.

The mild mannered scientist made it to his lab in one piece, opened the door and then stopped dead.

In front of him on the floor, for about two metres square were cups of water. And they were positioned that close together it left no space for him to step over in any direction without them spilling all over the floor.

Which meant he couldn’t get into the room.

Had it been anyone else, they would probably have simply kicked the cups over, but not Bruce. He was always paranoid about the liquid seeping through the floors and down onto the machinery which looked after the Iron Legion. 

So if he was going to get into the lab, he was going to have to move them one cup at a time. 

“Damned you, Tony!” He gave a loud, exasperated sigh. “JARVIS? I need a bucket…”

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Tony, watching the events unfold on the display in the safety of his office, cackled. “Good luck finding one, Brucey.”

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Prank 3.

“I don’t think there’s much else to go on.” Steve sighed as the rest of the team finished looking over the plans “We need to get out there and do a recon really.”

“We prepping for another mission then, Cap?” Clint looked at him. Steve took a deep breath and nodded.

“I don’t think we have an alternative.” 

“Okay, well, if we get everything ready we can go at first light tomorrow.” Natasha suggested “I’ll get Hill onto the British Authorities, let them know we’re planning on coming.” With that an alert sounded on Katie’s phone and she looked down at it. “I gotta go take a conference call but I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Steve nodded to her as she stood up and left the room. She made it to her office, safely and swung the door open, pausing just to make sure nothing fell from the door frame. She darted through, took a look round and everything seemed to be in order.

Suspecting Tony of most likely sabotaging her computer or screen, Katie sat down on her chair and a loud horn sounded causing her to scream. Involuntarily, her entire body jumped, and her chair toppled backwards. She went with it, arms and legs flailing and hit the floor with a crash.

After taking a moment to sort herself out she stood up, and looked at the bottom of her chair. There was an air horn strapped to the main leg which mean as soon as she had sat down, it would push the handle causing it to sound.

“I know you’re watching this you fucker!” She yelled, spinning round to the CCTV camera and flicking it off. “I hate you!”

_____ Tony, watching the events unfold on the display in the safety of his office, cackled. “Feeling horny, Kiddo?”

_______

Prank 4.

Given that there was nothing else to do, Natasha decided to head to the gym, as she did every weekday morning, to practice Pilates. It was a routine she tried not to break as it helped her keep supple and relax. Katie sometimes joined her, and surprisingly so did Steve. He said it helped keep his mind clear. 

She knew that the routine made her an easy target for one of Stark’s pranks, but she was damned if he was going to catch her out. She was one of the world’s best spies, no way was he going to get her with some stupid, childish trick.

She entered the room and glanced up and around, checking the corners, you name it. Satisfied that no one was going to jump out at her, and even if they did, she’d floor them- more fool you, Stark- she leaned up against the bench and stretched her legs out.

“Who’s strong and brave here to save the American Way? Who vows to fight like a man for what’s right, night and day?”

Natasha spun to see Steve shaking his head as he made his way into the room in his gym gear

“You joining me or hitting the bag?” She asked as they both tried to ignore the song as it continued ringing from the speakers.

“Joining you if that’s okay?” he said. “I went for a run this morning so…” “Sure.” She nodded, and as the song finally stopped they made their way to the store cupboards, picking out their mats. Natasha picked her favoured one, and lay it down on the floor.

As soon as she stepped on it there was a loud popping noise, like a gun going off, and she jumped backwards, dropping to the floor by instinct. 

“Nat,” Steve soothed, a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s okay, no one’s shooting.” Angrily, Natasha stood up and stalked over to the mat. With a furious movement, she reached down and pulled it up off the floor and set about examining it.

“Bastard!” She exclaimed, slipping her hand into a small, almost invisible hole on the underside. She pulled out a tiny little firecracker, the type that kids used to throw on the floor in front of someone to make a loud bag. “He’s filled my mat with these!” 

______

Tony, watching the events unfold on the display in the safety of his office cackled. “Even Super Spies get fooled, Romanoff.”

_______

Prank 5 and 6.

Later that day the team met in the common room for lunch. Steve already had a headache from that damned song following him every time he opened a door, Katie was sporting quite a sore elbow after falling harshly on the floor, Bruce was pissed as it had taken him a good hour to get rid of the cups of water, and Natasha was seething at the fact she’d been caught out too.

“I don’t know how you’ve put up with it for your entire life.” Clint said to Katie as he opened the fridge, pulling out a can of his favoured Dr Pepper. He grabbed a glass and then went to the dispenser for some ice, the way he always liked his soda, but nothing happened when he pressed the button.

“What the...” Clint frowned as he opened the freezer compartment and reached into the dispenser tray. After rummaging a little he stopped, and pulled something out before he gave a huge bellow of laughter. He turned, holding up the item and Steve glanced over to see it was a Tupperware tub that was full of ice, in the middle of which was frozen a Captain America action figure. There was a pause before the rest of the team fell about laughing and Steve groaned, shaking his head.

“Why has he picked on me two times?” he looked at Katie who gave a shrug.

“You know what he’s like, annoying you is his favourite pass-time.”

“You wanna go back in the freezer, Cap, or in the sink to deforst?” Clint asked and Steve rolled his eyes.

“I took a long enough nap in the cold, thanks.”

Clint tossed the offending item into the sink and then reached for some ice cubes before he walked over to where the rest of the team were sat on the sofas with various lunch items on the coffee table. He poured the soda into the glass and set it on the table, still chuckling.

“You can stop looking so smug.” Katie turned to him. “He’ll get you eventually, you too Thor, there’s no way he hasn’t set one up for you both.” “I am mighty, Little Stark.” Thor grinned, nursing a plate of his favoured chocolate and sugar covered strawberries he had snaffled from a tray in the fridge. “It will take more than…” “SHIT!” Clint exclaimed, and with a loud yell they all jumped back as the soda in his glass was exploding over the top with such veracity it was showering them all in the sticky drink. As Steve and Natasha headed to grab some paper towels, Katie marched over to the freezer and yanked out the ice dispenser tray.

“He’s put fucking Mentos in the ice cubes!” She groaned with a shake of her head. “Jesus Christ!” “You gotta hand it to him.” Bruce sighed, wiping his glasses off on his shirt. “This is maximum effort.”

“Oh, I’d like to hand it to him,” Katie mumbled, “with my fist closed.” Thor gave a chuckle and popped a strawberry in his mouth, before he gave a grimace, gagged and spat it back out onto the plate.

“That’s-” he stood up, nearly pushing the coffee table over in his attempt to get to the sink. 

Katie watched him as he grabbed a glass of water and filled it from the tap. 

“What…” Natasha looked at Bruce who was examining a piece of the fruit, holding it in front of his nose.

“Salt.” Thor mumbled as he rinsed his mouth out. “It isn’t sugar, its salt. He put salt on my Chocolate Sugar Fruit!”

_____

Tony, watching the events unfold on the display in the safety of his office, cackled. “Ice Ice baby… no need to be so salty.”

_______

*******

“We have to get him back.” Natasha grumbled as they all sat in Katie and Steve’s apartment, having retreated to the relative safety as their living quarters were the one place there was no CCTV, and Katie had the authority to banish JARVIS from earwigging. (Tony had learnt that lesson one day after hearing something he really didn’t want to hear…)

“Believe me I’ve tried.” Katie sighed “And you heard J before, anyone tampers with his equipment and…” She stopped dead. That was it. That was the loophole. With a smirk she looked round the assembled faces. Steve arched an eyebrow at her, he knew that look very well.

“What you thinking?” He asked and she grinned at them all.

“I have an idea…”

They listened attentively, Clint and Natasha sharing a grin as she outlined her plan whilst Thor slapped his thigh with glee. Steve leaned back in his chair and looked at Banner who was also smiling ear to ear.

“That might just work.” Bruce nodded. “It’s a pretty good loophole, and we have the stuff in the lab so…” “I’ll need a distraction.” Katie mused, “something that’s gonna draw Tony out of his office for long enough for me to do it but…” “That’s easy.” Thor nodded. “I’m sure I can cause a good deal of noise in the Training Facility, break a few things with my hammer.”

“Fry something.” Steve looked around. “If you do that then JARVIS won’t be able to fix it remotely, Tony’s gonna have to get his hands dirty.”

“You all know what you’re doing?” Katie grinned as everyone nodded. “Okay, Avengers, let’s do this.“

Operation Payback.

Tony heard the bang seconds before JARVIS spoke

“Mr Stark.”

“What the hell was that?”

“There’s been an incident in the Training Suite.”

“Course there has.” Tony rolled his eyes in exasperation at how stupid they thought he was. He wasn’t falling for a distraction like that. “Where is everyone?” “Miss Stark, Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton are in the shooting range.” JARVIS informed him. Doctor Banner was in his lab, although it appears he is now making his way down to the Training Facility to find out what’s going on. Captain Rogers is already there as is Thor.”

“What’s the incident?”

“It appears Thor has struck the speakers and the access pad with a bolt of lightning.” JARVIS replied. “I’m currently assessing the damage but as a result he is locked in. And he isn’t happy.” Okay, so maybe this was serious….

Tony gave an exasperated groan and pushed his chair from his desk. “Suppose I best go see if I can help. Remember what I said, anyone comes in here and tampers with my equipment…” “Of course, Sir.”

When Tony arrived, Thor was kicking the door to the training facility, waving his hammer irately.

“Thor!” Steve was stood by the glass, attempting to calm him down. “Don’t buddy, we’ll get you out of there.” “I can get myself out.” Thor blazed, raising his hand and Tony blanched at the fact Thor was threatening to send his hammer straight through the wall. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the walls and glass to get damaged but they’d only just had it replaced after Steve and Thor had been practicing using Steve’s shield and Mjolnir to cause an outwards blasting shockwave. It had taken down two walls and completely decimated a bank of computers in the lab on the other side of the floor.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked, and Steve spun to him shooting him a glare.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on!” Thor roared. “That infernal song!”

His hammer crackled ominously again and Tony looked back to Steve.

“He was fed up of hearing Star Spangled Man With A Plan ringing out every goddamned time I opened a door.” Steve folded his arms. “So he lost his temper. And I can’t say I blame him.” “We’ve talked about this.” Tony looked at Thor. “You need to use your words, buddy!” “Words, I’ll give you more than words, Stark!” Thor roared. “Now get me out of here!”

“JARVIS?” Tony asked, looking at the pad on the door. “Damage report?”

“The Circuit is completely fried, Sir.” JARVIS replied. “I cannot access or override, you will need to do it manually.”

“Great.” Tony mumbled. “Let me just go get my tools from the lab.” Mumbling to himself, he set off down the corridor and once he was gone, Thor grinned and tossed his hammer in the air as he gave Steve and Banner the thumbs up before he caught it expertly again in his right hand.

“Good job!” Steve nodded with a smile as he pulled his phone out and dialled Katie quickly. “You’re up.” 

****

It took Tony roughly thirty minutes to replace the wires and unlock the door. Thor stormed out, pushed him harshly in the chest before he left down the corridor.

“Guess they don’t have April Fools’ Day on Asgard.” Tony mumbled, rubbing at the front of his shirt.

“To be honest, Tony, it’s pretty annoying.” Bruce sighed. “Can you turn it off now? I mean its almost two in the afternoon.” “Yeah I suppose.” Tony sighed, before he grinned. “Tt was a pretty good one though, right.” “Hilarious.” Steve deadpanned, his hands falling to his belt buckle. Tony flashed him a grin and a shrug before he gathered up his tools and made his way back down the corridor.

“JAR?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Turn off ‘Prank Spangles’ will you, before anyone else breaks more of my tower.”

“Right away, Sir.” “And I’m assuming from the lack of contact no one’s been in my office or anywhere else tampering with my equipment?” “That’s correct, Sir.” “Today has been a good day.” Tony grinned to himself.

Once he was back in his office he sat down at his chair, and went through his emails quickly. He absentmindedly scratched at his beard, which felt a little dry to be honest. But he hadn’t oiled it since that morning. Reaching into his drawer he grabbed the small bottle, tipped a good amount onto his hand and spread it across the expertly groomed whiskers before he continued with his work. It took him a few hours but he cleared his inbox and then decided it was time to face the music. Heading down to the common room he found the rest of the team lounging in front of the TV. They were watching Kitchen Nightmares. 

“S’up Kids?” he asked and none of them looked at him. “Okay, alright, I know, sorry if I pranked you but if I buy takeout will that make you forgive me?”

No answer.

“Oh come on!” Tony crossed the room, sinking into a spare arm chair. “I’ll get Thai.”

The team exchanged glances before Bruce gave a sigh. He was always the one to cave first, the mild mannered Scientist found it hard to stay outwardly angry, which was ironic when anyone thought about it.

“To be fair, that trick with the water was pretty clever.”

“Yeah, and I suppose the salt strawberries were a little amusing.” Thor looked at Katie.

She shrugged, her feet resting in Steve’s lap as he was gently running his fingers up and down her calf.

“Lighten up, Kiddo.”  Tony sighed, flopping onto an arm chair.  

“Payback’s a bitch, and so are you.”  She responded simply, still not looking at him.

“You’ve never managed to get me back yet.” Tony snorted.

At that point he noticed Natasha and Clint exchanging smirks. 

“What?”

“Nothing.” Clint shook his head.

“I like your beard” Thor suddenly grinned. “I have always admired how you keep it so neat and groomed. Maybe I should trim mine the same way.” Tony frowned. “Oh is this the part where you pin me down and shave it?” He rolled his eyes. “You know I can call my suit to me in like five seconds flat.” “We know.” Steve replied, looking at him and Tony’s frown deepened. The way the Captain’s blue eyes were shining with mirth made him uncomfortable.

He looked round as six pairs of eyes were all completely focussed on him now before Katie cracked up laughing.

“I’m sorry, I can’t…I can’t hold…” her laughter grew more and more as she threw her head back against the arm of the sofa “You look ridiculous!” Tony frowned and without a word stood up from the chair and made his way to the bar to glance in the mirrored surface between the shelves.

Oh. Holy. Jesus.

His goatee. His beautiful goatee…was blonde.

He spun round and the rest of the guys in the room cracked up laughing. Steve had his head thrown back, right hand clutching at his chest as Katie wiped tears from her face whilst Natasha doubled over on her seat. Besides her Clint slapped his thigh, his chuckles loud.

“What…how…” Tony spluttered, looking again at his reflection, before he glared back at the group.

“Slipped a little peroxide in your beard oil.” Katie managed to stutter between laughs, Thor’s loud rumbles continued, punctuated every now and then by a snort from Banner.

“JARVIS!” Tony roared “I told you to tell me if anyone went into my office, or the garage, or anywhere in the tower messing with my stuff…” “I take zero responsibility for this, Sir” The AI responded. “And I believe your instruction was to alert you if anyone entered your office or the garage or anywhere in the tower and messed with your equipment. Technically Miss Stark didn’t touch your equipment, only your Male grooming product. I believe they exploited a loophole.” That made the group laugh even harder as Tony went bright red, spluttering obscenities at JARVIS. Eventually he calmed down and sighed, before he glanced at his sister.

“You know I’m almost proud…” he said, shaking his head. “Almost…”

Katie gave him a wink in response. “You know what they say…you can’t kid a kidder, or in this case Kiddo…”

Tony gave a groan which turned into a resigned chuckle. He could always dye it back. “Good job, I’m impressed.” He mused, before he reached for some ice from the bucket on the bar and sighed. “Empty.”

“Yeah, don’t bother with the stuff in the dispenser.” Clint scoffed and Tony grinned.

“Wasn’t gonna, Legolass.” He grabbed the metal ice bucket and stepped from behind the bar.

“Oh, that reminds me, nice touch with the ice block.” Steve rolled his eyes and Tony looked at him, frowning.

“What?”

“The scale model Capsicle in the ice dispenser-“

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Old Man.” Tony shook his head. “Are you going senile?”

Steve took a deep breath and gave an exasperated sigh. “You don’t need to pretend anymore Tony.”

“Hey, I’m not.” Tony held his spare hand up. “That, as amusing as it was to watch, was not me. Although I’m kinda pissed I didn’t think of it.”

“It wasn’t you?” Steve frowned.

“Nope. I am not Spartacus.”

“Then who…” Steve started to ask but trailed off as he felt Katie’s legs shift a little in his lap. He turned to see her exchange a glance with Thor, biting her lip and then he realised exactly who was responsible. “Oh you are…”

“It was his idea!” Katie pointed at Thor as Steve glared at her.

“Yes, it was Captain.” Thor grinned and Steve turned his attention to the god. “When I found out what this whole Fools Day was about, I decided that I wanted to pull a prank of my own. Little Stark came up with that one. And, I must say, it was highly entertaining.”

Tony chuckled and clapped Steve on his shoulder from behind the couch as he headed off to find ice. “This has definitely been a good day.”

Steve continued to look at Katie, eyes narrowed as she stared back, her eyes twinkling. “Don’t look at me like that, Soldier.”

“Oh, and how am I looking at you?”

“Like you’re utterly and thoroughly disappointed in me.”

“I am utterly and thoroughly disappointed in you.” His eyes followed her as she shifted from where she’d been sprawled across the sofa, so she was sat upright. She sidled up closer to him, and leaned over.

“We’ll call it even for the plastic spider I found in the shower tray.” She whispered into his ear and Steve stiffened a little, before he swallowed and turned to look at her.

“Sorry?” He offered and she snorted, shaking her head. “To be honest, Doll, I didn’t think you’d noticed given your lack of reaction to it this morning.”

“Yeah, well, I grew up with Tony. You gotta try much harder than that to catch me out.”

“Message received, understood and duly noted for next year.” Steve muttered, his eyes flashing cheekily before he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “I’ll absolutely learn how to Kid a Kiddo.”

“Don’t count on it, Soldier.” She smirked as he pulled back, and he chuckled, wrapping his arm round her and pulling her close, pressing a kiss to her head.

All in all, Tony was right. It hadn’t been a bad day.

[nami-writes]

whump intro!

so my blog isn’t exactly new but considering i’ve been lurking and semi-interacting with the whump community but haven’t actually made an intro, i thought i’d finally do that!

so, the basics: i go by a few names, nami’s the one i’ve chosen to mainly use on here but joy and river work too. any pronouns are fine with me as long as they aren’t it/its, feel free to switch it up if you’d like (and i’m questioning if i’m nb/agender so pls do switch it up!). this is a sideblog so i follow and like from deviantjoy.

and now the good stuff!

i like just about all whump but i get the most whumperflies from begging, forced submission (whether it’s the whumper forcing the whumpee or the whumpee forcing themselves, and that can extend to extremes like noncon), restraints, and just overall helplessness. excessive gore, intimate/creepy whumpers, sickfics, and lady whump aren’t really my thing. my favorite not-whump tropes are found family and enemies to friends (to lovers) and my favorite whumpees are male tough-softie types.

i don’t really write things with ocs so my blog is centered around fangirling and fanfiction, plus a little bit of random life stuff mixed in. you can find my fics and how i tag things in my masterlist and i tag anything that i think might be triggering or otherwise upsetting with “#cw [x]”. my current main fandom and the fandom i’ve written the most for as of rn is avatar the last airbender bc zuko is such a good whumpee and so easy for me to project onto it’s great lmao (i mean literally you can imagine a genderbent zuko and that’d just about be me, i don’t have a scar but i do have a birthmark by my left ear if that counts) and you can find the rest of my fandoms also in my masterlist. i primarily write hurt/comfort, angst, and, obviously, whump, so generally i gotta lotta problems i project onto fictional characters.

some whump blogs i like (which, in this case, means “lurk on and occasionally like a post of or send an ask to”):

@shameless-whumper was the first whump blog i followed and honestly probably the reason why i stayed in the community

@deluxewhump’s cam and zee have such an interesting dynamic i’m strangely here for (and i know i said i don’t like lady whump but i gotta admit amber and belle are a guilty pleasure of mine)

@ashintheairlikesnow’s story for danny was so good i vaguely remember binge-reading it for a few days and now after jake was stabbed i live for jameson too

@friendlylocalwhumper wrote lux so heartbreakingly well that he’s the sole exception to my aversion to nonhuman whumpees

@skunkandgrenade’s whump tips are super helpful and i actually have a few of them reblogged in my drafts for future reference

@whumpwillow’s whump trope lists drew me in but their hazeshift series kept me there after i read all of it that’s been posted so far in like one sitting lmao

and that’s about it! i’m hoping to get a lil more involved in the community and maybe even make a few friends, so pls interact if you’d like to! i’ve got a list of ongoing ask games in my masterlist and asks are always open for anything!

[autumnslance]

Do you have any tips for getting into the headspace of a canon character? Because honestly you have some of the most on point characterizations I've seen

Thank you! I try, and when it came to fic writing it was definitely the thing that scared me most, “getting right” my depictions of the canon characters. For me it’s very much an exercise in Character Voice, as I feel it’s something I struggle with in my own OCs, making sure everyone thinks, feels, acts, sounds distinct.

This...gets long, cuz honestly, I don’t know how to explain it, as there’s no real conscious process for me; just things I do in general and as needed when coming up with scenes or longer fics. So mileage may vary, but I put ideas below the cut. I’ll use Thancred as an example, cuz Twelve know I’ve written too many words about that man and people seem to think they’re IC for him.

I think a lot about character motivations, how they’re shown in canon, and why/how they do things. How their history affects them and their decisions. How their relationships with others affect them. Keeping it as objective as I can while prodding with only the most basic of psychology and literary analysis.

I also tend to be a bit of a internal mimic, starting with voice and body language as I imagine scene and situations and how the character might look/sound/act as I pace or do chores or avoid work or whatever. Mimicking the game’s manner of using archaic terms and sentence structure when writing in general can help, too.

How we speak informs how we think. Eorzea has its own curses, slang, metaphors, turns of phrase, and ways of saying things. I researched thieves cant when writing “Rogue’s Prelude” which involved poking a bit into history and why such code developed in reality. There’s a lot of language and other references in game based loosely around real world history (the origin of the word “gun” for instance), so a little light research in related things helps verisimilitude.

Just all the info I can find on the character and the world they inhabit. Immerse in canon, try to keep fanon separate--though a few fanon theories or friends’ fics/art might also have some influence, if something resonates in particular with me and how I am reading what I see in canon. Talking things through with some other folks, bouncing ideas back and forth--even if we cordially disagree!--can also help see new perspectives or readings of the material. Keeping an open mind and willing to letting mine be changed when someone picks up on something I missed or interpreted differently.

Thancred has the benefit of having a lot of material in the story, being a main figure since 1.0 so I’ve looked up his entries in the lorebooks, the short stories where he’s shown up, and references to him in game/media--even cutscenes and info I can find from 1.0, especially the Ul’dah intros. This is in addition to rewatching cutscenes he features in (watching expressions and body language in addition to voice work), rereading quest text and dialogue he’s involved or even just mentioned in; how other characters see and talk about him is also important.

I also look at all the info I can for Limsa, particularly pre-Merlwyb’s reforms, as that’s where Thancred grew up and would have a strong influence on him. Run around and watch/listen to NPCs in that city; for example, many in Limsa are really casual about sex and talk about it a lot. So is it any surprise early Thancred is also casual about sex and acts a charmer as part of his cover? While also, as a Limsan trained rogue, quick to watch for and throw down on potential threats? Raised alone on the street, he was always watching his back, after all, and had some rough interacts, especially when a small kid--and all that left him wary, and cagey, and unable to express himself healthily emotionally, as we saw in ShB. His techniques were refined in Sharlayan, and his main motivation has become the protection of his Scion family.

I look into what I can for Sharlayan, as that’s where most of the core Scions are from, or at least educated, and since we don’t have much, overlay my own academic memories and knowledge on it (the idea of doing a thesis to get Archon rank makes sense to me and validates a lot of my headcanons about the city of knowledge and I wanna know if/what Thancred and Yda’s were now...).

This may seem like a lot, but really, it just sorta happens as I absorb info and take notes and screenshots for things that catch my attention for whatever reason, especially if I want to remember something specific. If I set a fic at a certain time or place, I go back and refresh myself on the dialogue/quests/etc around it.

When it comes to the actual writing, it’s not how I, Lyn, would react to a lot of things, nor how my OCs might react to things--because this is Thancred’s background, and his personality as we have seen in game over time. Separating myself and thinking about it from an outside, other person’s perspective, even if it’s not one I agree with or like. Trying to hear his dialogue in either Taliesin Jaffe or Peter Bramhill’s voices and the way they deliver Thancred’s lines (since I play and read in English).

And I have to consider when creating plot and how he would react to things depending on points in the canon. ARR Thancred is a bit different from HW Thancred is a bit different from ShB Thancred, after all. Sometimes I need refreshers on those parts of the story. And then how does interaction with my character(s) affect him, based on that backstory, that training, those ideas shown, how do I believably expand on that? How do I mimic him as I write, imagining the voice actors saying the lines and imagining the body language?

And the usual writing advice: just get the ideas down, and then go back, reread, edit and revise. Keep anything you cut as practice, to poke at later, maybe use in another idea.

Then yeet it into the void and hope it worked. I’m always pleased--and relieved!--when I get comments about how the characters feel and sound “right”.

[ichorshrooms]

hello!!! tell me about ur ocs!!! who are they?? what do they look like?? do they have anything quirky about ‘em??

hOOO BOY OK I HAVE A LOT OF THEM. no joke i probably have like 30 characters. maybe more! most likely more! i have never counted! i have... a Lot. i’m gonna try to tell you about as many as i can before i start to lose all hope. the things you asked are actually a good short list of intro questions so.

On to the characters! (Ooh, grammar and syntax! Joy! I’m getting serious now askjlfjklsa)

Israfil Bashir | Israfil is a man of science! He’s a recently out gay man in his 40s who has a lot of baggage about his father. He’s the head of a company that researches advancements in prosthesis -- something he has been passionate about since the loss of his left leg in a near-fatal wreck. He’s active -- a little less so since he developed chronic fatigue, but he still tries to get out there and bike regularly! And he has a child named Misha who he loves and cherishes! Israfil is of Pakistani and Indian descent. He has neatly-cropped dark hair, beautiful honey brown eyes, and he usually wears his beard in a short goatee (he feels like he looks too young if he shaves it off, and he’s sensitive about it). His skintone is light brown with a warm undertone. 

His face is fairly angular, his body lean and immaculately toned (for the most part). He has a hooked nose with a slight deviation from a decades-old break that wasn’t set quite right. As I said before, he lost his left leg in an accident, so he wears a prosthetic! His prosthetic is not patterned or matched to his skin. It’s the color of the metal that was used to make it.

His... quirk... hmm... oh right, he’s telepathic. I almost told you about the secret lab under his prosthesis research facility that has developed identical-to-human sentient machines! Phew, that was close! I almost spilled the beans!

Misha Bashir | Misha is Israfil Bashir’s child! They’re just a couple of years old, but they’ve been given the intelligence of a very, very smart teenager -- and the body of one too! They’re a living, breathing machine. They’re also extremely naive and curious, as most new-ish androids tend to be. It’s not often that they leave the safety of their home, as Israfil has developed a pattern of strictness due to his fear that the government will disappear Misha from the streets and do experiments on them.

Misha is extremely lifelike. They’re modeled in part after their creator/father Israfil, but some... design cues... have been taken from a certain CSO of a rival R&D company who Israfil may have an on-and-off non-romance with. Misha inherited their skin tone, the shape of their eyes and their mouth from Israfil. The rest, though... Misha has bright white hair, blue-green eyes, an aquiline nose and -- perhaps most peculiarly -- a very slight Russian accent. 

I think Misha’s existence as a sort of pseudo-lovechild of two embittered ex lovers counts as a quirk. That weird shit aside, though, they’re a robot! That’s pretty quirky! Oh and they may or may not be part of a research program that endeavors to find out if it is possible to teach a machine to read minds. And they’re nonebinery... they dont have any binery... thats ise so cool.........

Eleanor Louise French | Eleanor is a 15 year old witch who just loves to make it known that her middle name is Louise. It’s one of her most favorite things about herself. At the tender age of 14, she set out on her own (as all young witches do) to do some independent study and learn the ways of the world. 

She is very gay, very short and very smart. Her hot-headed temper lands her in a metric fuckton of trouble on a daily basis, but she manages to escape dire consequences most of the time! She is narcoleptic, frog-obsessed (like all gays are) and is all about that baby-pink-and-blue aesthetic. She has some serious trauma from a werewolf attack, so wolves and ghouls and other “scary” magical creatures are not typically welcome in her alchemy shop. She will serve them, but it is very draining for her -- just as all trauma is. Spoiler alert: she eventually recovers, but that’s like! the main thing in her story! so! it takes time for her to get there.

She is fair-skinned with a cool undertone. Her hair is light blonde and straight as a board (which she claims is completely natural, but sometimes she forgets to drag a brush through her hair in the morning and it gets all frizzy and wavy hMMM CURIOUS). She has a grecian nose, a round baby face and bright blue eyes. Her scowl is so powerful it’s enough to strike the fear of god in... idk a lumberjack or something. Her fashion sense is a bit... conservative. She’s a little insecure and likes to cover up. Being a teenager kind of sucks sometimes!

Her Big Quirk (TM) is her ability to effortlessly turn people into frogs. She does it when she’s annoyed, and she has a frog collection. If you are bad enough, she will literally keep you in a terrarium until she decides you’ve learned your lesson. She has a couple of forever frogs and the reason is because they’re bad people (and decent frogs).

I have a lot more characters, but this is already quite long and I don’t want to write a profile for literally every character ‘cause then you’d be like “dude what the fuck.” I have demons, angels, superpowered villains in varying degrees of villainy, a ballet dancer, a park ranger, a televangelist, a fashion designer, an immortal who has seen the horrors of war, a haunted pianist, triplet thieves, princes, a princess, an embittered king, monsters of all sorts and a billion more types of characters that I honestly cannot think of off the top of my head. There is a massive list to get through! And that’s not counting some of my one-off projects involving characters I haven’t roleplayed with! You should see the state of my google docs. I have 50+ projects I’m currently working on.

I have too many characters. If you’re curious about anything on the list, I will elaborate!

[komarto]

“Welcome to the Shadow Records!” (1/2)

I might have went overboard and wrote a fic to intro my OCs to the Hazbin Universe... with a spice of a reader insert! You can also find it on AO3

Summary: After falling into hell, you hired the I.M.P.s to take out your abusive ex. But they can’t seem to find him in the living world, so you have to visit the local information broker for their whereabouts.

Words: 2374

Tws: Implied/ referenced abusive and manipulative relationship, Implied/ referenced suicide

Luna: “Blitz!”

Blitzo: “Yes Luna?”

Luna: “Yeah, dispatch just came back and they can’t find the target.”

Blitzo: “What do you mean they can’t find the target?”

Luna: “They can’t find them in the living world.”

Blitzo: “Well, if they’re not in the living world, then it’ll mean they’re dead. And with all the shit that the customer says that they’ve done to them, very terrible by the way, they would most likely end up here in hell. And frankly, that’s not our job. Hell’s too big to find and kill 1 person.”

Millie: “So what now? We can’t just tell them that we couldn’t find their target, sir...”

Moxie: “What if we asked the Shadow demon, sir?”

Blitzo: “The who?”

Moxie: “Y’know, the Shadow demon that hunted down 25 demons in a month a few years back and killed them with the Radio demon?”

Blitzo: “They gave them a lame title now? Man, the people here really needs to brush up on their naming game.”

Moxie: “She’s an information broker now, has a little collection of something on everyone in hell.”

Blitzo: “And you know that how?”

Moxie: “I… might have asked her about some stuff.”

Blitzo: “Riiiight, sure. Totally not suspicious at all. Well you can give her a call or something and see what happens.”

“This is the Shadow Records, what can we do for ya?”

Moxie: “Ah- hello, um, Shadow demon, this is uh Moxie calling in from the Immediate Murder Professionals.”

“Moxie, how nice of you to call in. And please, call me Deni. This isn’t the first time we talked and you’re a nice guy. So, are the I.M.P.s having some trouble with a client?”

Moxie: “You could say that. Our dispatch team can’t find their target, so we figured that they’re already here.”

“And you need my help to find them.”

Moxie: “Y-yes. Can you?”

“Oh sure, but you know my pricing, Moxie. It’s either money, a favour, or something that I don’t know.”

Moxie: “Well... we can have client owe you?”

“Fair enough. What’s their name?”

Moxie gives the broker your name.

“I’ve heard of them here and there. I’ll have Amelie send an eye over to get them. Have the client there in 3 hours.”

Moxie: “Of course, mam’, thank you so much for this.”

“No problem, Moxie. Just a little reminder of the favour you owe me. I’ll see them soon.”

Moxie: “Yeah, I know, thanks for that… bye bye.”

Blitzo: “What’d she say?”

Moxie: “She said to have the client be here so she can send an… eye to get her?”

Blitzo: “The fuck she going to do with an eye?”

Moxie: “I don’t know! Just call the person over and it’ll get them in 3 hours!”

Blitzo: “Fine! Luna call the client over!”

(Y/N)’s POV

It’s been a few days since you’ve contacted the I.M.P.s about your request to kill your abusive ex that landed you here. In your last moments, you prayed that the Lord would forgive the sins they made you commit as you stepped off the ledge.

You guess not. It was a rather rude awakening when you found yourself in hell. You’ve only recently found the Immediate Murder Professionals from their ad, and heck, you wanted your ex to pay for what they did, what they made you do in your cursed life. Your entire life was a fuck fest of issues and bad memories from everyone around you. Your abusive parents, manipulative and controlling ex, dead-end jobs, etc...

You did your best, you really tried. But it all came to a point where you were just too tired of trying… You just hoped that karma would finally be on your side and burn everyone that has ever wronged you.

You got a call back from them telling you to be at their headquarters in 3 hours. Had they done the job? That was fast. Nevertheless, you were eager to be there on time, maybe reach there a few minutes earlier.

You reached the door to their office 15 minutes before the meeting time. You knocked on the door and the tall imp demon greeted you. “Ah (Y/N), come in come in, here take a seat and Moxie will explain everything.”

“Hey! Wha-” the shorter employee looked at him shock. “Aren’t you suppose to explain the circumstances first?”

“It was your stupid idea! Frankly, we could have just told them the problem and go on our merry way! Now go do your fucking job.” Blitzo waved at him and walked out of the room.

Your mind is filled with question. What problem? What stupid idea have they thought of and why does it concern you?

“Hey, its gonna be alright dear just listen for a minute.” Mille pats you on your shoulder and joins Moxie at his side

Moxie clears his throat. “Well, first of all, thank you for making your way here on such a short notice, I know it can be quite hard to get here for some people. Ah um, secondly, our dispatch team ran into some complications in the living world and uh, they couldn’t find the person that you wanted us to murder. Which means that they’re here in hell, which would make it very hard to find them.”

“But! But, ah, we have a solution! There’s an information broker that I know of that can help. It’s just that well…”

“Well?” you asked sceptically.

“You have to pay for their services.”

“What? I don’t have the money to pay someone else to do the job! That’s what I paid you guys to do!”

“Yes, we know! But! There are other ways to pay them, like owing them a favour or like telling them like something that they don’t know, y’know with the whole information broker deal thing. It's practically free.” Moxie explained.

“Not when I owe some creep a favour, god knows what they’ll want from me!” you snapped back at him. A muffled tapping sound could be heard from the window but you were too worked up to care about whatever it is.

“It’s probably bad to talk about the shadow demon like that…” Millie murmured as he looked shyly to the side.

Your eyes widened at her and your head whipped back to Moxie “The SHADOW DEMON? THAT’S WHO I’M SUPPOSE TO MEET?” you exclaimed.

That’s it, you’re dead. You’ve heard rumours of the Shadow demon. But in just a month or so in hell, they had teamed up with the Radio demon, a feat on its own, and had killed 20 over demons.

Wrapped them up in little bows and strung them on the overlord’s radio tower to be picked off painfully by the angels during the cleanse. Their pleads and screams were broadcasted across hell through the radios like the Radio demon’s previous plot, but never at this scale.

“Calm down (Y/N), the Shadow demon’s a nice person from what I’ve heard, she won’t hurt you if you haven’t done anything to her.” Millie assured you, her voice calm but still held a hint of nervousness.

“Shadow demon’s a “her”? Well that’s a first.” you scoffed. He, they… the rumours never got their pronouns down, but you’ve never heard anyone call the Shadow demon a “her”.

“Yeah well, she said she’ll have an eye to bring you to her. So it’ll benefit all of us, hopefully mostly you, that you follow her orders.” Moxie continues checking the clock on the wall.

You let out a frustrated sighed. “Well fuck that. Nice or not, I’m not sticking around to find out. If you can’t do the job just give me a fucking refund and we’ll be on our merry way.”

“Well no can do (Y/N), the boss already spent it on keeping the TV ad on the air.” Moxie crossed his arms.

You were fuming at this point, and that incessant tapping wasn’t making it any better. “I don’t care about your fucking jingle, I want my fucking money back if you can’t do what I paid you to do!” you hit the table under you in anger.

“Um, guys?” Millie tapped on Moxie’s shoulder as she stared to her right.

“And what the fuck is making that tapping sou-” Your complaints were drowned by the gazed of the most unsettling creature that was outside the window.

Behind the glass, hovered a single eyeball with a pink iris and a black star of its pupil. Its bat wings that kept it airborne tapped against the glass with each flap. The thing had no eyelids so it simply maintained eye contact with you as you stared back at it in shock.

“Moxie, is that the ‘eye’ that we were waiting for?” Millie breaks the silence, pointing to the mysterious but obvious eye.

“I-uh, I think so?” Moxie walks over to the window to open it and the eye bat thing calmly flies into the room. The eyeball makes its way over to you and circles over your head whimsically before flying out of the window to watch you from outside.

“It’s actually kinda cute.” Millie walks over to the window to get a closer look at it. The eye turns to watch her and gives her a light bump on her cheek before returning to stare at you.

“See, no harm at all!” Millie giggled, turning back to the both of you.

“I suppose that your cue to follow it?” Moxie nudges you.

You let out another heavy sigh and rubbed your nose bridge. You know what, fuck it. What do you have to lose at this point?

“Fine. And if I manage to come back with their whereabouts I want to see his severed head when ya’ll actually do your job.”

You exit their headquarters, not bothering to slam the door on your way out. You may be mad, but you’re not that mean... Even if this is hell. Outside the main entrance of the building was the same winged eye keeping its self afloat at your eye level. You exit the building and the eye flies around you like it did before. Its makes a full circle around you and flies off in a direction. It stops a few steps away from you before turning back to look at you, beckoning you to follow it.

You bit your lip nervously as you took the first few steps of letting the thing guide you to your potential death.

As you followed the eye, you began to grow interested in the little thing. Was it another denizen of hell or was it like one of the Shadow demon’s minions? As far as you knew, the Shadow demon could manipulate the shadows and hide in them, not eyeball minion magic.

You were also beginning to agree with Millie that it was kind of cute in its own way. As it guided you through the quiet back streets, it would turn to see if you were following and sometimes do a play full barrel roll or loop in the air. You couldn’t help but smile at its antics, your mind no longer worrying about your encounter with the rumoured shadow demon

As you walk about of the alley and onto the main road, you are met with a building with a sign that said “Shadow Records” in black calligraphy. It resembled a multi-story shophouse with a new coat of paint and traditional doors and windows that gave off a sense of sophistication and warmth, unlike most of the bar and brothel filled streets of hell.

At the entrance stood a young demon girl swaying side to side on her thin legs. She wore a pink lolita dress with white ruffles and blue accents. As you stepped closer, you could see pastel pink bandages that wrap her forearms loosely and covered her eyes and forehead. The pink almost blending in with her light pink skin, though her electric blue hair made her stand out from afar.

She does a little pirouette at the top of the stairs and stops in your direction. The eye makes a dash over to her and she lets out a musical giggle as it lands in between her two hair buns. You walk up the stairs and she greets you excitedly.

“Hi there! You must be (Y/N), the name’s Amelie, Deni’s waiting for you upstairs. Come on!” she opens the door and steps into the building.

“Um, okay?” you follow her in hesitantly. This is where you die, you guessed.

The young demon girl, Amelie, hums a whimsical tune as she skips her way up a flight of stairs with you in tow. Your first impression is that she seems to be too young to be here in hell. Then again, everything could be an act to get you comfortable and then kill you so you kept your guard up.

Seeing as how your previous companion was so familiar with the girl, and is still seated comfortably between her hair, you figured that it was probably her minion instead of the Shadow demon.

“Come on, we’ve been waiting for you.” Amelie calls to you as she skips towards a large oak door that looks like it was built of someone thrice you height. You gulped at you looked up at the scale of the door.

Amelie raps her knuckles on the door in a rhythm before opening it.

Before you sat what you could only assume is the shadow demon behind their desk with a manila folder in hand. Their red eyes glanced up at you as the door opened and you could feel their white cat-like pupils bare into your very being. It was at this point you realise that the dark wall behind was also lined with eyes that were staring back at you. In fear, you took a step back, ready to make a mad dash for the exit.

A soft laugh reached your ears and you turned to see a muscular reptilian leaning against the long desk look at you with mirth in his black sclera and turquoise eyes.

The Shadow demon speaks up. 

“Hello (Y/N). Welcome to Shadow records.”

[chaoticspacefam]

OC Playlist Meme - Saarai (of course)

I was tagged by @thehighground​ (thank you! :D) this one was super fun!! I was caught between the twins of who I should do for this one, Saarai won because she is my favourite and her 70-song playlist was basically made for memes like this (yes, you heard me, 70. No it’s not a typo. Yes I have a slight, maybe, problem with her being my favourite LOL) 👍

I’ve shared all their playlists at various points, if you search up the “swtor oc theme songs” and “oc playlist” tag on the blog you should be able to find them! Or if you want links to the full playlists drop me a line and I can link you to them no problem! :D

Just the one this time cause this one’s pretty long, if I get tagged again tho I’ll do Ni’kasi next! :D

I shall tag (if you feel like it, no pressure as always!) @abyssal-space​ @stratosara​ @anchanted-one​ @pauletta-00​ @hypnowinnermugpeach​ and anybody else who wants to have a go, this one’s super fun! Long post so under a cut! <3 gonna pop the content warning up here to: TW for mention of past abuse/manipulation and parental abuse in one of the songs in case ya wanna avoid it. there’s a warning above the specific section as well if you wanna read the rest and just skip that song, up to you!

♦️  Their intro theme: Up The Wolves - The Mountain Goats

“I’m gonna get myself in fighting trim, scope out every angle of unfair advantage. I’m gonna bribe the officials, I’m gonna kill all the judges! It’s gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage!! Our mother has been absent, ever since we founded Rome. But there’s gonna be a party when the wolf comes home.”

♦️  Their own favorite song: DARKSIDE - Shinedown

(She has to set a good example with being one of the leaders of the Alliance (especially because her saying “don’t do that” is the only reason her sister and Aria don’t go for their new Jedi allies - at least to start with, before the Alliance y’know, bonds and becomes a proper coalition!). But learning to trust Jedi was still hard for her after what they did to her people, and I feel like if it existed in the verse she’d find it relatable and listen to it a lot.)

“Can you hear me, am I speaking clearly? Are you star-struck or just made of stone? Block out the actors, and all these bastards. That took all the fun out of rage and revenge.”

♦️  Their boss battle theme: Castle - Halsey

(it was difficult to pick one for this one, she has quite a few in her playlist that I consider her “boss battle” songs for various points in her life/the two different verses. But I think this one is the most universal! :D)

“I’m heading straight for the castle. They wanna make me their Queen. And there’s an old man sitting on the throne there sayin’ that I ‘probably shouldn’t be so mean.’ I’m heading straight for the castle...they got the kingdom locked up. And there’s an old man sitting on the throne there sayin’ ‘I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut!’.”

♦️  Their love song: (one for each of her main ships, but again, they have whole playlists because I use playlists to “set the mood” of the character/ship while I write. Pro writing tip, do it. It helps [nod nod] <3)

For Zephyrverse/Sash: Heaven’s Gate - Fall Out Boy

“And in the end if I don’t make it on the list, would you sneak me a wristband? Or would you give me, give me, give me a boost? Give me a boost over heaven’s gate. I’m gonna need a boost, cause everything else is a subtitute for your love. Give me a boost over heaven’s gate.”

For Subterfugeverse/Lana & Koth: The Last Of The Real Ones - Fall Out Boy

“I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as I do. As much as I do...Cause you’re the last of a dying breed, write our names on the wet concrete. I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me. I’m here in search of your glory, there’s been a million before me, that ultra-kind of love you never walk away from. ”

♦️  Their sad times song: Bruno Is Orange - Hop Along (tw: mention of abuse/manipulation, parental abuse)

“ ‘Bruno, what happened to your good sense?!’ I broke down ‘That man was good!!’ ‘I bet he works for the government!’ Did you hear about that mother, broke her daughter’s legs in two and said: ‘It’s too dangerous out there to walk so I have to save you!’ ”

♦️  A song that fits their aesthetic: Woman King - Iron & Wine

“Black hoof mare. Broken leg. Eye on the shotgun shell. Age old dog. Hornet’s nest. Built in the big church bell. Hundred years, hundred more. Someday we may see a woman king, sword in hand, swing at some evil and bleed.”

♦️  A song that reminds them of a better time: Downhill - Lincoln

(though most of this song has sad undertones to it, this part in particular would remind her of the short time she had with her father when he was alive, when he would take the twins outside and sit them on his lap to look at the stars <3)

“Cause you were the first one to show me the stars. And they don’t mean much to me, but I still wonder where you are. Some nights I still try to find you, relative to constellations. And all your relatives are still on vacation, or so I heard from a friend...”

♦️  A song that calms them down: 10,000 Enemies - Emeli Sandé

(headcanon that this is a song their mother D’leah used to sing to her and her twin, Ni’kasi, when they were children hiding out on Rishi and it stuck with her.)

“I hear the sweetest sound, blowing from the North. It says ‘don’t panic now, what’s mine is yours...’ I hope 10,000 times you tell me the truth. Cause now there’s much to do. I trust in you. I shall be free...I shall be free. We shall be free.”

♦️  A song that gets them hyped up: Young And Menace - Fall Out Boy

“We’ve gone way too fast for way too long. And we were never supposed to make it half this far. And I’ve lived so much life, lived so much life. I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice.”

I’m assuming this section is meant to mean a song the character would associate with each season? So I hope I’ve interpreted that correctly, I wasn’t really sure what else it was referring to. So that’s what I’m doing LOL

♦️  Spring: Thunder - Imagine Dragons

“Just a young gun with a quick fuse. I was uptight, wanna let loose. I was dreaming of bigger things and wanna leave my own life behind. Not a yes sir, not a follower, fit the box, fit the mold, have a seat in the foyer. Take a number, I was lightning, before the thunder.”

♦️  Summer: The Times They Are A’Changin’ - Fort Nowhere

(a.k.a the time of year where everything went to hell for her, though she uses it to remind her of how far she’s come once she’s older and more at peace with everything that happened so it’s positive in the end!)

“Come gather round people, wherever you roam. And admit that the waters around you have grown, and accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you is worth saving, well you better start swimming or you’ll sink like a stone. For the times, they are a’changin’.”

♦️  Autumn: Dragon - Built By Titan feat. Skyborne

“When I was younger, I had a dragon. We would fly away to places you can’t imagine. And this is a story, of a lonely island. And a boy who found a way to become a lion.”

♦️  Winter: Youth - Glass Animals

(Winter is when Ty was born so it’s a mixed bag of trauma-induced depression (See “sad-times” song above), missing her twin and being sad about what happened but also wanting to make sure Ty never has to experience what she did and just wanting him to have a safe & happy life, so. This song kinda fits that.)

“Boy, when I left you you were young. I was gone but not my love, you were clearly meant for more than a life lost in the war. Oh, I want you to be happy, free to run get dizzy on caffeine, funny friends that make you laugh and maybe you’re just a little bit dappy.”

♦️  The song that plays while they’re lying on the ground bleeding out in a Walmart: Everything You Ever - Neil Patrick Harris (from Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog)

“So your world’s benign. So you think justice has a voice? And we all have a choice? Well now, your world is mine.”

♦️  The song that would play each morning if they’re stuck in a time loop: Ends Of The Earth - Lord Huron

“ Oh, there's an island where all things are silent, I'm gonna whistle a tune. Oh, there's a desert that size can't be measured; I'm gonna count all the dunes.”

♦️  The song they’d listen to while robbing a Wendy’s: Pork Soda - Glass Animals

“Somebody said I’m a fucking slum, don’t know where I belong. Maybe you’re fucking dumb, maybe I’m just a bum. Maybe you’re fucking scum, don’t you go psycho chum.”

♦️  The song they’d accidentally introduce to people in medieval times if they were a time traveller: The Time Warp - Rocky Horror Picture Show.

(Also not accidentally, she has a silly side and she’d probably play this one for the LOL’s to see who got it or who got mad. She’d totally learn the dance moves and do those too XD)

“ The blackness would hit me And the void would be calling Let's do the Time Warp again Let's do the Time Warp again.”

♦️  The song they’d play in the middle of the night when their neighbors are being too loud: Blood // Water - grandson

("Do you think if I play a really loud, aggressively threatening song they’d shut the fuck up? I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna try it.” XD).

“You’ll never get free, lamb to the slaughter, what you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?!”

♦️  The song that plays at their funeral: Sax Rohmer #1 - The Mountain Goats

“Ships loosed from their moorings capsize and then they're gone. Sailors with no captains watch a while and then move on. And an agent crests the shadows and I head in her direction. All roads lead toward the same blocked intersection. And I am coming home to you. With my own blood in my mouth...yes I am coming home, to you. If it’s the last thing that I do.”

♦️  The song that plays when it’s revealed that they faked their death: Joan of Arc - Arcade Fire

“You’re the one that they used to hate but they like you now. And everything that goes away will return somehow....first they love you, then they kill you, then they love you again...and then they love you, then they kill you, then they love you again.”

[yes-i-would-like-to-be-stabbed]

The Big Sleep! With my Oc

Chris: Last time on total drama island 23 campers learned that they'll be spending the next eight weeks in a crusty old summer camp. The campers were faced with their first challenge: jumping off a cliff into shark-infested waters. While most campers took the plunge, a few were forced to wear the dreaded chicken hat. At the campfire ceremony, it all came down to two campers. Courtney has experience as a C.I.T in a summer camp but refused to jump. And Ezekiel managed to tick off every female contestant at the camp with his sexist comments about women. In the end, the first camper voted off of Total Drama Island was Ezekiel. Proving that homeschool and reality tv don’t mix. Who will be voted off this week in the most dramatic campfire ceremony yet? Find out tonight on Total Drama Island!

(Intro)

Chris blows an air horn into a bullhorn

Leshawna bumps her head on the bunk above her.

Leshawna: Ow! It’s seven in the morning! Do I look like a farmer to you?!

Eva stands listening to loud music as Cody goes to grab her mp3

Eva notices and growls at him, causing him to back away.

Chris: Morning! Hope you slept well.

Everyone looks exhausted except for Heather.

Heather: Hi Chris. You look really buff in those shorts.

Chris:(winks) I know.

Chris: Okay I hope you’re all ready because your next challenge begins in exactly one minute!

Owen: Oh excuse me, I don’t know if that’s enough time to eat breakfast.

Chris: Oh, you’ll get breakfast, Owen.Right after you complete your 20km run around the lake!

Eva: Oh so you’re funny now? You know what I’d think would be funny right now?

Eva walks forward with her fist raised at Chris, while the Killer Bass try to hold her back.

Courtney, whispering: Eva, try to control your temper.

Eva, to Chris: You’re enjoying this aren’t you?!

Chris, smiling: A little. You have thirty seconds.

(static)

Courtney: Okay so that girl Eva has got to get a handle on her temper. She’s only been here one day and she’s already thrown her suitcase out a window and broke a lock on one of the bathroom doors.

(static)

Kasey: Man that girl Eva sure is cranky. She almost clocked me in the head the other day when she threw her suitcase out the window. She’s gotta chill out.

(static)

Chris: Okay runners! On your marks, get set…..GO!

The hot sun is shining down as some contestants start running, while others walk.

Harold: Do you know how much longer?

Some contestants run by.

Gwen: Don’t walk beside me.

Heather is walking before Noah comes by and shoulder checks her.

Heather: Do you mind?

(static)

Heather: I don’t run and I definitely don’t run in high heel wedges.

(static)

Heather is walking until she stumbles upon Owen drinking from a small puddle.

Owen: Can’t….catch...breath….must… have… condition!

Heather: Yeah, it’s called overeating. Look into it!

Leshawna walks by and leans against a tree.

Leshawna: What’s your excuse...you…skinny… annoying ...Oh! I’m too tired for insults.

Chris speeds by the contestants on a moped and is using a bull horn.

Chris: Pick it up, people! If you’re not back by dinner time, you don’t eat!

Heather: Ugh I hate him so much!

Heather steps over Owen, and seemingly crushes some of his bone in the process.

Main Lodge

Some campers are sitting and leaning on tables, as Chris files his nails.

Owen busts through the door with Noah.

Owen: Clear a table, stat!

Leshawna: Ugh, we made it.

Owen is seen giving an unconscious Noah chest compressions.

Harold walks in holding his chest.

Courtney: What took you so long?

Harold gasps.

Courtney: We just lost the challenge!

Harold: I think I’m having heart palpitations.

Kasey: Lighten up Buttercup. Dude looks like he’s gonna cough up a lung any second!

Gwen: Hey wait a minute! If they lost, that means we won the challenge!

All the Gophers, including newly awakened Noah, cheer.

Chris: Whoa there. Hold your horses guys. That wasn’t the challenge.

Gwen: What did he just say?

Chris goes up to a random curtain and it opens. Behind it is amazing food with angelic music.

Chris: Who’s hungry?

(static)

Gwen: After a whole week of brown sludge, I almost cried when I saw that buffet.

(static)

Kasey: I’m pretty sure I died and went to buffet heaven.

(static)

Owen: And then I saw it. The buffet table. It was beautiful! There was turkey and Naima bars and the baked beans in maple syrup. Huh, can I have a minute? *fake cries*

(static)

Groans can be heard as the camera pans over an empty buffet table. Everyone had more than their fair share of the food. Chris stands on the table with a bull horn in hand.

Chris: Okay campers, time for part two of your challenge!

Owen, with a mouth full of food: I thought eating was the second part?

Gwen: What more do you want from us?

Heather: Ugh, the weird goth girl is right. Haven’t we been through enough?

Chris: Um, let me think about that…. No! It’s time for the Awake-A-Thon!

Owen: The a What-A-Thon?

Chris: Don’t worry! This is an easy one! The team with the last campers standing wins invincibility!

Gwen: So what you’re saying is the 20 k run and the turkey eating frenzy were part of your evil plan to make it harder for us to stay awake?

Chris: That’s right Gwen!

Gwen: Man he’s good.

Chris: Move, move, move!

Trent: So how long do you think it’ll be before everyone’s out cold?

Gwen: About an hour give or take?

Owen walks by completely drained with drool coming out of his mouth.

Gwen: Uh, maybe less.

The camera goes outside, as a timer goes up. It fast forwards to twelve hours later.

Many campers are visibly exhausted, Owen is moving around pumping his arms.

Chris: We are now twelve hours in, with all 22 campers still wide awake.

Owen: Woohoo! Stay awake for twelve hours? I can do that in my sleep! Woohoo!

Owen stands still for a moment before falling over and passing out.

(static)

Gwen: The Awake-A-Thon was definitely the most brutal thing I have ever done in my life.

(static)

Gwen: This is the most boring thing I have ever done in my life.

Trent: Could be way worse.

Gwen: Oh yeah?

Trent: I could be stuck here without you to talk to.

Gwen smiles and looks away. Heather looks annoyed.

(static)

Heather: So my strategy is to get two other campers to form an alliance with me and take to the final three. The only question is who I can I find do is either desperate or dumb enough to do whatever I say?

(static)

Lindsay is shown standing on her head.

Gwen: What are you doing?

Lindsay: Trying to get the blood to rush to my head. *giggles* I think it’s working!

Beth: Can I try?

Lindsay: Sure!

Heather: Perfect. Lindsay? Beth? Can I talk to you for a second?

Lindsay and Beth are shown standing on their heads.

Lindsay: Sure!

The camera shows Heather, Beth, and Lindsay talking.

Heather: I have a plan to get me and two other people into the final three and I chose you guys.

Lindsay and Beth smile.

Lindsay: Really?!

Heather: You should know that this is a very big deal. I am placing my trust in you and trust is a two-way street.

Lindsay and Beth nod enthusiastically.

Heather: So you’ll do everything I say then?

Lindsay: Sure!

Lindsay starts squealing excitedly a smiling Beth as Heather cringes in horror.

(static)

Beth: Oh my god, Heather is taking me to the final three! Ah! I’m going to the final three! I’m going to the final three! I wonder what will happen then…

(static)

Lindsay: Speaking of alliances, you know who I think is really cute?

The camera pans to Tyler sitting on a log. Heather pops up.

Heather: Oh no no no no, you cannot date him.

Lindsay: Why not?

Heather: Because he’s on the other team!

Lindsay, confused: Uh-huh?

Heather: You can’t inter-team date. It’s like against alliance rules.

Lindsay: There are rules?

Heather gets in their faces and points.

Heather: Remember what I said about trust, Lindsay? Of course, you can always leave the alliance. If you do though I can’t protect you from getting kicked off…

Lindsay, stammering: No, I wanna be in the alliance!

Heather: Good, then it’s settled.

Heather and Beth walk away as Linsday looks down in sadness before Tyler waves at her.

(static)

Lindsay, smiling: Heather said I couldn't date him, she didn’t say I couldn’t like him.

(static)

The camera pans to Eva listening to her mp3 before she stands up and puts her music away.

Eva: I’m going to the bathroom.

Eva gets up to leave and drops her mp3, Heather sees it and pretends to stretch before grabbing it. Heather goes and sits by Lindsay and Beth.

Lindsay: Uh, isn’t that Eva’s mp3 player?

Heather, smirking: Yep.

Lindsay: Well, isn’t she gonna get, like really mad when she realizes it’s gone?

Heather, still smirking: That’s exactly what I’m counting on.

Evil music plays before the camera pans out to the whole island. The timer reading 24 hours.

The camera shows some campers sleeping, some trying to stay awake, and some “wide” awake.

The camera shows Courtney trying to run in place and then shows Tyler.

Tyler stares at Sadie and Kadie sleeping peacefully before a bear comes and swipes at them from behind a bush.

Tyler freaks out from his hallucination.

Kadie and Sadie hold on to each other while Tyler screams and then slumps over.

Chris: Congratulations campers! You’ve made it to the twenty-four-hour mark! Time to take things up a notch.

Chef pops in wearing a sheep costume and a harp. Chris reveals something under a sheet.

Chris: Fairytales!

Gwen: Oh he is not serious.

Kasey: Oh my god why.

Chris clears his throat as sheep Chef plays the harp. Some campers giggles at him as Chef growls.

Chris: Once upon a time inside this boring kingdom,

Beth yawns. And the camera pans to other sleepy campers.

Chris: was a boring village and inside this boring, sleepy village

The camera shows Cody cuddling Owen’s butt , he dreams of multiple sheep and sheep Chef jumping over a harp.

Chris: filled with very boring children, who did very boring things.

Cody cuddles Owens butt further before he farts. Cody shoots up coughing.

The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy plays as Chef dances around in a tutu. He throws “magical” pixie dust over the campers to make them sleepy.  DJ ties himself to a tree, to keep himself awake, but Chef throws dust on him, causing DJ and the tree to fall over.

Gwen, sleepily: Timber.

The camera pans behind the campers, a clock shows it had been forty-hours.

(static)

Courtney: I figured if I could keep moving I could outlast all of me. I just had to keep my eye on the ball.

(static)

Kasey: Courtney thinks she’s so smart. She thinks that moving will keep her, she’s just wearing herself out. *laughs* Good effort though.

(static)

The camera pans to the Bass, a counter shows that only 5 campers remain awake.

The camera moves across the beach past Justin who clearly has paint on his eyelids, to the Gophers. The Gophers have 6 campers remaining.

Heather to a half-asleep Lindsay: We should talk about our strategy.

Heather elbows Lindsay who jolts awake.

Lindsay: Huh?

Lindsay promptly falls backward, asleep.

Heather: Beth?

Beth had fallen over asleep too.

The Gophers counter goes down to 4.

Gwen: Okay favorite song?

Trent: Hmm, She Would Be Loved. Favorite color?

Gwen: Um… Midnight blue.

Trent: Ooh, mysterious. I like that.

Gwen smiles and yawns.

Trent: Oh, don’t fall asleep. Okay, quick, favorite movie moment?

Gwen: You’re gonna think it’s cheesy.

Trent: I promise I won’t.

 Gwen: Okay. The kiss at the end of that road trip movie. You know the one with the guy and the three girls?

Trent: I know the one! *laughs* You like that movie?

A naked Owen walks by the pair as Gwen and Trent look at Owen’s discarded clothes before watching him with disbelief as he walks into the woods.

(Static)

Owen: Did I mention that I ate the entire dish of baked beans and maple syrup. The funny thing about baked beans, they make me sleepwalk *laughs nervously*

(static)

The camera shows Kadie and Sadie sleeping together, their snores are synced up.

 Trent, tiredly: Cool, they even fall asleep together.

The camera pans to the night sky. A star shoots across the sky, as Trent and Gwen lay near each other.

Trent: You still awake?

Gwen: Yeah. It’s so weird but I think im so tired that im not tired anymore. Does that make sense?

Trent: I really have no idea. Where’s the Little Dipper again?

Gwen: See the Big Dipper?

She points up at the sky.

Gwen: Follow the handle to that bright star right there. And it’s right there.

She points to the constellation.

Trent: Ooooh, cool.

The camera pans over to the Killer Bass, Kasey playfully gags at the pair’s conversation to a grumpy Duncan, who gives a light chuckle.

Duncan: So what’s your deal, huh?

Kasey: My deal?

Duncan: Yeah, like what were you doing before coming to this dump?

Kasey: Oh. Well, I’m a musician.

Duncan: Oh yeah? What do you play?

Kasey: The drums.

In the distance, Trent scoffs.

Trent: Drummers aren’t real musicians.

Kasey scowls and turns to Trent and Gwen.

Kasey: What’s that supposed to mean, huh?

Duncan: Yeah, Guitar Boy enlighten us.

Trent: Well, it’s just that all drummers do is beat on some drums and call it music. There’s no real pattern! And it’s not even that hard!

Kasey: Oh yeah because moving your fingers on some strings is sooooo hard.

Trent: Whatever, you're just mad I can actually play music and all you do is hit sticks on other things. That’s not music.

Kasey gets up in Trent's face as Duncan holds her back.

Kasey: You wanna say that to my face, pretty boy?!

Gwen is holding an angry Trent back.

Gwen: Guys! Just calm down you’re both great musicians!

Kasey and Trent growl at each other. Before they calm down.

Kasey: Tch, Whatever.

Kasey and Trent walk in different directions. Gwen looks sadly in Kasey’s direction before following Trent  Both Trent and Kasey mumble angrily under their breath.

Duncan stands by himself.

Duncan: What the heck just happened??

(static)

Kasey: That Trent guy better watch his back. *growls* I am so a much better musician than him!

(static)

The camera pans to a sleeping Owen walking towards a cliff. He almost falls face first before he spins around and falls backward.

The camera pans back to the entire island. The timer shows that its been fifty-one hours after the challenge started.

The camera goes to a sleeping LeShawna who wakes up when Gwen starts talking.

Gwen: Look at him! He’s like a statue!

The camera moves to a “wide awake” Justin.

Gwen: He hasn’t moved in over fifty hours!

Gwen: Hellooooo? Yooo?

Trent: Yip! Yip yip yip yip yip!

Trent moves his arms around trying to get Justin’s attention.

Gwen: Amazing. Look at the concentration.

Trent scratches his head confused, as Gwen pokes Justin’s cheek. Justin shakes his head and opens his eyes. Revealing that his “eyes” were painted on.

Trent and Gwen gasp.

Eva: His eyelids are painted! I saw it!

Chris: Shut Up! Oh, I gotta see this!

Chris runs up to Justin to see that his eyelids are in fact painted on. Justin smiles sheepishly.

Chris: That is too freakin’ cool! But you’re still out dude.

The counter dings as the Gophers go from four to 3 campers remaining.

The camera shows some salmon swimming upstream, and a sleeping Owen is swimming with them. They jump up the waterfall and Owen jumps too. The timer fast-forwards from fifty-one hours to over eighty-five hours.

Duncan is shown putting a sleeping Harold’s hand into a cup of water. And Harold proceeds to pee his pants in his sleep.

Duncan: Ohhh! Gross, it works! Dude peed his pants!

Harold wakes up and sees that his pants are wet. He gasps and covers his area.

Kadie and Sadie wake up as Noah kisses Cody’s ear in his sleep. They both wake up and freak out about it and run away from each other.

The camera pans to Heather, Gwen, and Trent sitting by the fire. Gwen yawns.

Gwen: Man, I’d kill for a coffee right now.

Chris walks in with a coffee cup.

Chris: What is the matter with you people?

Chris sips his coffee.

Chris: Fall sleep already!

Gwen crawls to Chirs and tugs on his pant legs.

Gwen: You gotta hook me up man. I’ll even eat the grinds!

Gwen reaches for his cup as he holds it out of her reach.

Gwen: Anything!

Chris gets away from Gwen and her grabby hands.

Chris: Alright, you six stay with me. The rest of you go and get a shower for heaven’s sake. You stink!

Heather, Gwen, and Trent stay on the right side of Chris. And Duncan, Kasey, and Eva stand on his left.

The rest of the campers get up to leave. Harold bolts to change his pee drenched pants.

Chris casually sips his coffee.

Chris: I didn’t want it to come to this. I said that to Chef Hatchet last night. I said, ‘Chef, I don’t want it to come to this but darn it these campers are tough!’ And so I’ve come up with the most boring, sleep-inducing activity i can find.

(static)

Gwen: Oh come on. What now? Okay, you know what bring it on!

(static)

Kasey: What could be more boring than sitting in the same place for hours on end?

(static)

Chris pulls out a big red book.

Chris: The History of Canada: A Pop-Up Book.

Chris opens it and a beaver pops up.

Chris: Chapter One. The Beaver. A national symbol and a “dam” fine hat.

The campers all collectively groan.

(static)

Kasey: I can stand corrected. What can I say? The guy’s good.

(static)

Gwen: Ugh, stink.

The camera pans two beavers patting down mud on their den. They’ve mistaken the sleeping Owen as a giant log. Another beaver pats mud on Owen.

The camera goes back to the campers as Chris continues to read.

Chris: Which of course was a precursor for the discussions…

The camera shows a sleeping Eva and then Heather passes out.

Chris:....leading to the war of 1812

Trent is falling forward close to passing out.

Gwen: Trent!

Trent falls to the ground in slow motion.

Gwen, in slow motion: Noooooooooo!

Gwen, in her regular voice: Don’t leave me!

The camera moves to Kasey and Duncan. Kasey is wobbling back and forth.

Kasey scowls at Duncan and points at him.

Kasey: You better win this for us.

She then falls forward and lands on her face. She passed out.

Duncan groans.

Chris laughs.

Chris: Bummer dude. Time for a bathroom break! Any takers?

Duncan seems to hold in his pee as Gwen looks at him.

Duncan: I’ve held it this long sweetheart. I can go all day!

Gwen: Yeah, but can you hold it for another ten chapters?

Duncan's eyes widen before he makes his way to the bathrooms.

Chris: You’ve got five minutes, long as you don’t mind a little company!

Duncan: Fine!

He turns to the camera crew.

Duncan: But stay out of the stall.

The camera crew agree and follow him.

Gwen now sits alone. She groans out of exhaustion.

A few minutes go by.

Camera guy: Duncan, you in there man?

He opens the stall door to find that Duncan had fallen asleep on the can.

Chris is tapping his fingers when someone hands him a paper. 

He reads it.

Chris: And we have news! It looks like Duncan’s takin’ a dive on the can. Which means the official winner of the Awake-A-Thon is….

Gwen is close to passing out as she falls forward in her seat. She falls on the ground and Chris raises her arm.

Chris: Gwen! The Screaming Gophers win!

The camera moves to the Killer Bass’s cabins. Eva screams as she throws things out the door in search of her mp3. The rest of the team stands outside dodging the items.

Eva: AHHH Where is my mp3 player?! One of you must have stolen it! I need my music! No one is going anywhere until i get my mp3 player back!

Eva throws a book which Harold dodges but then hits  Kasey in the head.

Kasey: Ow! What the heck you spaz!

Eva growls then goes back to searching. Courtney huddles everyone together and whispers.

Courtney: Whoever took it better give it up now before she destroys the whole camp!

Kasey, while rubbing the spot the book hit: If one of us has it why wouldn’t we give it back already?!

Heather walks up all innocently.

Heather: Hey guys. Wow! This place is a real mess!

Courtney: Someone stole Eva’s mp3 player.

Everyone nods in agreement.

Heather: You don’t mean this do you?

She pulls out Eva’s Mp3 player. Eva pops out of the cabin, happy that her mp3 is okay.

Heather: I was wondering who it belonged to. I found it by the campfire pit.

Eva runs up to her and Heather gives her the mp3 player.

Heather: You must have dropped it.

Eva: Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Heather: Sure thing!

Heather shrugs and walks away 

(static)

Heather: Turn a team against their own members? Easiest trick in the book!

(static)

Eva smiles before turning to her teammates who all glare at her angrily. Eva sheepishly looks at them and rubs her neck.

Eva: So sorry about that little...misunderstanding…

All of her teammates are glaring at her.

Eva: Guess no one stole it after all…Okay so maybe I overreacted a little.*she laughs 

nervously* 

The camera shows the entire island before showing the Killer Bass at the bonfire ceremony. 

Everyone is still super tired. Chris sits a plate of marshmallows down.

Chris: You’ve all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only ten marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the dock of shame to catch the boat of losers and leave. And you can never come back... Ever. The first marshmallow goes to... Duncan,

He grabs his marshmallow.

Chris: Bridgette,

She walks and grabs hers.

Chris: Courtney,

She runs and grabs hers.

Chris: Kasey,

She groans as she holds an ice pack to her head and grabs her mallow.

Chris: Kadie and Sadie,

They grab each other as they cheer and squeal before grabbing theirs.

Chris weirdly winks at Tyler.

Chris: Tyler,

He grabs his.

Chris: DJ, Geoff,

They both grab their and Geoff eats his.

Chris: Campers! This is the final marshmallow of the evening.

There’s a dramatic pause as Eva and Harold nervously look at the plate.

Chris:.....Harold!

He smiles tiredly and grabs his mallow.

Chris: The dock of shame awaits.

She gets up and turns to her team angrily.

Eva: Nice. Really nice. Who needs this stupid TV show anyway!

She angrily stomps away and kicks Chris in his shin.

Chris: Ow!

He recovers and talks to the rest of the team.

Chris: Have a good sleep tonight, you’re all safe.

(static)

Courtney: See? I told you. You can’t like a total raging psychopath and then expect people to forgive you. No matter how tough and strong and fast you are. She’s never gonna have a career if she doesn’t get her act together.

(static)

Heather: So Eva was one of their strongest players and now she’s gone. I am so running this game.

(static)

The Killer Bass are waving goodbye to Eva as she walks away.

Courtney: Bye Eva!

Eva gets mad and turns around throws a sit over them that impales the pole behind them.

Everyone ducks.

Courtney: Jeez, touchy!

Kasey: What a total spaz dude!

The camera shifts to Eva on the boat of losers and it leaves.

Eva: I guess my temper got the better of me again but whatever they just lost their fiercest competitor. I hope they realize that.

The rest of the Killer Bass team stand by the bonfire. Some are roasting marshmallows, while some just stand near it for warmth.

Courtney: To the Killer Bass and to not ending up here again next week!

The camera shows snoring, sleeping Owen in a cave surrounded by Sasquatches. One of them pokes him with a stick and he farts. They all smell it and throws Owen into the woods. He lands and he’s still asleep. And the last thing he does is fart.

[lycorogue]

Meet My OCs: Lia (Part 1 - Background)

I’m so good at these self-imposed deadlines, aren’t I? Sorry about that. The weeks got away from me between trying to finish a book read before its return to the library, getting my monthly fiction writing up, prepping for Camp NaNoWriMo, socializing, Zumba classes, and a solid week of working without a day off before taking the weekend to visit family. Adding in “research Lia and type up her intro” sort of slid to the back burner. Which means I only have one post to introduce her today; the rest will come throughout the week.

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Lia was the first character I created for X-Future. She was SUPPOSED to be this flirty, rebellious, trying-out-independence teenager. She had potentially volatile powers, and I wanted to see how much damage I could make Lia cause. Basically, she was supposed to be Willow mixed with Trish....

After a week or two of player her, however, it was clear that she didn't want to be any of those things; namely flirty, rebellious, and reckless/cocky with her powers. Sure, her powers were still hard for her to manage, but they usually only got out of control whenever she was angry. Keeping her anger in check meant she became much more mild-mannered, shy, reserved, and maternal. So, I took on Willow to be everything I originally wanted to role play as Lia, and let my original X-Future gal do her own thing. Sadly, Willow, being what I initially wanted to play, soon overcame Lia as my main character on X-Future, but I tried to still keep Lia fairly active. Mostly for more angst-driven sub-plots... Poor Lia...

To find out more about her, check below the break.

I'll try to have Part 2 up tomorrow night in order to better discuss Lia's main relationships. Part 3 will then explain her story line within X-Future, and how it relates to my plan for her in Glitches. Then Part 4 will have more artwork showcasing Lia, Part 5 will have some story samples to better showcase Lia's dialect and personality, and Part 6 will have more of those cheesy WWE13 custom wrestler entrances. 

So I can get started on both my Camp NaNoWriMo project, as well as the next character I wish to introduce – Trish – I'm hoping to have most (if not all) of the other parts of Meet Lia up by Tuesday evening.

Anyway, as mentioned above, Lia's main introduction overview is below. Enjoy!

Overview:

Amelia “Lia” Joan Mordeaux (Madrox on X-Future) was a month shy of turning 15 when we first started playing – roughly 14years and 8months old when sent to the Xavier Institute – and is now just over 18 years old. She's the same height as Willow (5'4” {162.56cm}), which is probably because I'm 5'3” (160.02cm)... and that extra inch is important! Lia also has a fairly lean body, although hers is significantly more pear-shaped than Willow's. Compared to Willow, Lia has a more muscular appearance with thicker upper arms, more defined legs, and more pronounced abs. Since she feels she's constantly failing her friends/classmates/the X-Men (Glitches counterpart to 'X-Men' still needs to be named... Guardians, maybe?), Lia is constantly training to improve herself, and that includes muscle training, self-defense training, and generic hand-to-hand combat training. I'm still deciding if I want her to be some sort of novice MMA fighter. Krav Maga just seems so over-used in media right now though, so her fighting style of choice is TBD, but I'm thinking generic kickboxing is a good start. She also loves to dance, practicing a few hula, hip-hop, and Zumba routines she studied via YouTube (or a Glitches equivalent I need to come up with).

Lia, as I mentioned above, is fairly maternal, usually putting a lot of unneeded pressure on herself to protect her friends and fellow classmates. Regardless of if she's at fault – or, in truth, even in the area – if one of her friends gets hurt, she feels it's a major failure on her part. She also has a bit of an inferiority complex, constantly comparing herself to her “famous” mother (I'll talk about this more in the relationships section of Part 2). Lia is also fairly meek and tries to shy away from confrontation as much as possible. Part of this is because she's a people-pleaser, part of it is because she's fairly empathetic and would much rather try to get everyone to see things from a unified perspective, and part of it is because she fears getting angry and losing control of her powers. Because of the empathy, meekness, and maternal nature, she is the unofficial Welcoming Committee at the Institute; usually offering to escort new students/recruits around the grounds, introduce them to their fellow students, and be the recruit's main companion until they find more friends of their own.

Being a people-pleaser, meek, and constantly questioning her value as a superhero, also means she can be taken advantage of, and she puts way too much pressure on herself. For an example, please see story sample “Check the Ego” at the end of Meet Willow: Part 5 (Stories).

Further Physical Description:

Lia, in X-Future, is half-Brazilian and half-whateverCaucasionEthnicitiesJamieMadroxIs. In Glitches, however, Lia is half-Hawaiian and half-Caucasian (mostly French, but with some Welsh and Norwegian as well). Her skin-tone is a darker tan that resembles her mother's complexion more than her father's. She has deep brunette hair, and she dyes fiery-orange streaks through the underside of it; making the streaks hidden whenever her hair is down, which it usually is. When she's nervous/anxious/overly-excited, she tends to play with the locks of orange. Her hair is bone-straight, and she tends to wear it fairly long, such as mid-back. She also used to keep it tied up, but she would literally burn through the ties and melt the clips, so she rarely does anything with her hair anymore. As for her eyes, they are a honey-brown with a bit of an orange tint to them. They actually appear to have a flame-like flicker to them if one is truly looking.

Family:

Lia's mother in X-Future is the lava-controlling mutant Amara “Magma” Aquilla, and her father is the duplicate-creating mutant James “Multiple Man” Madrox. For Glitches, Lia's mother Keahi still has control of lava and other such things, which I'll get into when I introduce her, and Lia's father Cody Mordeaux is still capable of creating duplicates, but in a slightly different manner. Again, I'll discuss further when I introduce them.

For X-Future, Amara and Jamie met as kids when they became students of the Xavier Institute. We aren't given any canonical ages for them in X-Men: Evolution, but Jamie was definitely the youngest, and looked like he was about 12, maybe as old as 14 by the end of the series. Amara was older, but probably not by much. She went to the high school with the original X-Men clan – probably as a freshman – so she was probably about 13 or 14 when she first appeared on the show; maybe 15 or 16 at the end of the series.

Anyway, using the show as our own canon, Jamie was clumsy, and Amara was very unsure of herself. They were quite the pair. After years of working together, they grew to become confident in their abilities, as well as became close friends. They started dating in their early 20s; Jamie asking Amara to Scott and Jean's wedding. After years of dating, the duo finally married when they were about 30, and retired from being X-Men. They settled into a nice home on Long Island, NY, and started their family.

For Glitches, Cody had gone to college in Hawaii, and met Keahi there. She was still struggling with a lot of anti-glitch sentimentality. Her fire-orange eyes gave her away as a glitch, plus a lot of locals knew of her powers, especially when she used them to help safely remove pressure from the Hawaiian volcanoes without ash and/or lava destroying the near-by towns. People feared the power she wielded, and waited for her to “snap” and destroy them via the volcanoes instead of rescue them from the natural disasters. While Keahi could easily go to college someplace that didn't know she was a glitch, she purposely stayed to fight for equal rights. This passion and activism really attracted Cody, meanwhile his kindness and supportive nature were what made Keahi fall for him. Shortly after college, they got married and moved to the Main Land (California). Soon – I'm not quite sure yet on the details as to how – Cody and Keahi learned about Emily's orphanage/boarding school, and how she was fighting for equality between Humans and Glitches (Emily believed glitches should take ownership of the name). They moved across country in order to help assist Emily and Ryder, but they still kept their lives separate from the school itself. They mostly focused on helping Emily and Ryder find young glitches that needed help; recruiting them to Emily's sanctuary. Eventually, Keahi had Lia, and the couple's involvement with the school waned as they focused on their daughter.

I don't recall the reasoning I had for Lia's full name to be Amelia, but she was given the middle name Joan after Jamie's mother: Joan Madrox. I think I'm going to keep it as Cody's mother's name as well so Lia can keep her canonical middle name.

Anyway, in both X-Future and Glitches, Amara/Keahi went MIA while on an ecological mission to help curb a series of natural disasters after volcanoes (in Brazil for X-Future; along the Ring of Fire in Glitches) started erupting at an alarming rate. Leaving 7-year-old Lia in the charge of one of his duplicates, Jamie/Cody spent a little over a month personally searching for his wife. He only gave up on the search when the pain of not holding his daughter became too great. Each year, on the anniversary of Amara/Keahi's disappearance, Jamie/Cody still spends two straight weeks searching for any sort of new clues around his wife's last known location.

Ever since Lia's mom disappeared, her father has almost literally never left her side. If he had to go to work, or was on his annual two-week-long search, or even if he had a doctor's appointment or had to go grocery shopping, he ALWAYS left Lia in the care of a duplicate. Or... more accurately... he'd send the duplicate to the more monotonous activities: work, grocery shopping, PTA meetings, etc. He took “helicopter parenting” and cranked it to 11. At the age of 14 – when she was sent to the Institute to train – Lia had never once even been left home alone. Twice, Lia attempted to bring a boy home to date – once when she was 12 and then nearly a year later for her middle school's winter formal – and both times Jamie created two dupes: Lia's “Uncles” Maddy (derived from their last name) and Arthur (Jamie's middle name). I have yet to decide if Cody's clones will also bear these names. Anyway, the poor boys Lia was interested in were forced to not only prove themselves to Lia's over-protective father, but also to his two “brothers” (he acted as if he were a triplet), and the triple-threat usually scared the potential suitor off. This means, in X-Future, that Chayse is Lia's first boyfriend and first kiss. More on that in the relationships section publishing next.

Powers:

Lia has the exact same powers as her mother. It's a bit of a list, but it mostly focuses on lava control and all that could entail.

-- Pyrokenesis: Not only can she create fire, but she can also control it to a minor extent. This usually manifests as a wall of fire, fire balls, or a “beam” of fire - like laser blasts - shooting from her hands. She can also propel herself through the air with fire bursts from her feet, much like the rocket flight Iron Man utilizes. She cannot manipulate the shape of fire the way Pyro (Iggy) and Devon can.

-- Geokinesis: Basically, she's an Earth Bender from Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra. She can break apart chunks of earth and telekinetically move them; usually these are smaller chunks of earth, about the size of a basketball, although she can break apart larger portions if she uses other means to move the land (to be explained in a moment). She can, if she concentrates hard enough, also cause or stop earthquakes, as well as re-arrange the landscape within a rough 25ft (762m) radius.

-- Geo-thermokinesis: Ability to alter the temperature – and therefore pressure – of the earth in the immediate area. This allows her to create geysers, which she typically uses as smoke screens, or as propulsion for the larger land masses she broke away from the Earth (as mentioned above), catapulting her into the air. Her geo-thermokinesis also allows her – with great concentration – to either cause or stop volcanic eruptions. Likewise, instead of creating fire with her pyrokinesis, she can rapidly melt the Earth's crust to leave molten lava wherever she wished, within roughly a 25ft (7.62m) radius. A final benefit to her geo-thermokinesis is that she can create any form of lava-rock she wished, either as a means to create statues with differing stone structures (as she did with William; please see Lia's story line in Part 3), a way to create weapons/tools, or in order to manifest armor for her companions, or any other such need. She can create these stones one of two ways: adjust the chemical structure of existing earth/stone through rapid melting into lava and re-forming into solid stone, or creating the rocks from scratch using her own lava (see next bullet).

-- Obsidian Form: With training, she's now able to do most of the above without “powering up” into her “obsidian form.” However, if she needs to push the limits of her powers, and when she was first learning how to control them, she had to “power up” into this form, which amplifies her powers and control tenfold. When she does “power up,” her entire body turns into living lava.

To protect her surroundings and her companions, Lia instinctively encases her “obsidian form” with an obsidian skin (which includes obsidian nails). When she's in this form, her eyes turn into orbs of magma, her tongue is also a sheet of magma, and her hair takes on flame-like properties; flickering with her movements and the wind. Lia's obsidian skin encases her much like a ball-jointed doll, with cracks of lava showing through the flexed joints. Her teeth also become thick blocks of obsidian.

Her obsidian skin kicks in as a defense reflex. If she's ever struck by something that would otherwise puncture her skin, badly bruise it, or cause internal injuries (large falls or being slammed by/against something, for example), she instantly is encased in the obsidian. If she would be burnt by anything, she is also instantly transformed into her obsidian form. With training, she's able to actually focus this defense mechanism in order to armor certain parts of her body while keeping the rest of her flesh, blood, and bone (which makes baking fun because she never needs oven mitts anymore).

While in obsidian form, Lia can actually manifest an unknown amount of excess magma, and shoot streams of lava from the palms of her hand, much like how she can generate streams of fire in her flesh form.

Switching from flesh to Obsidian Form and back rejuvenates Lia, allowing her to heal superficial injuries such as minor cuts, bruising, sprained joints, or chipped skin (see Weaknesses below). For example: a cut along Lia's cheek would mend in obsidian form, and be healed when she transforms back into flesh. Likewise, a crack in Lia's obsidian skin (see below) would be healed by the time she's flash again. Since the rejuvenation requires Lia to convert all of her organs, muscles, tendons, and BONES into lava and then back, more significant injuries – such as broken bones or torn ligaments – can also be healed when transitioning from one form to the next, however, it is extremely draining to do so, and Lia nearly faints from exhaustion once back in her flesh form. On the flipside, more significant wounds such as punctures – being shot or run through – or lost body parts – such as cut-off fingers or busted out teeth – cannot heal via transitioning from one form to the next.

-- Body Temperature Control: To go along with her obsidian form, Lia cannot be burnt, nor can she ever freeze. She can withstand temperatures equal to molten lava (1,300-2,200 F {700-1,200 C}), basically because she herself can BECOME lava. However, anything hotter than 150-degrees Fahrenheit (~65 Celsius) – which, in and of itself, is hotter than the temperature at which normal skin starts to burn – and Lia will reflexively convert into obsidian form in order to protect herself. Likewise, her body temperature will start to rise to counter freezing temperatures; keeping her core temp at 98.6 F (37 C). However, in order to keep her core at the proper temperature, her body will automatically transform into her obsidian form once she hits external temperatures of sub-zero Fahrenheit (below -17 C). She can still bundle up, as a normal human would, in order to keep herself flesh in sub-zero temperatures. However, she really never feels the exhausting heat of summer/a desert, nor get a chill.

-- Elementally-Altered Lung Filtration and Eye Protection: Long and short on this one, her lungs are capable of filtering out the smoke, toxic fumes, and ash usually associated with fires and volcanic activity. This allows her to breathe perfectly fine while in these conditions. The lining of her throat, wind pipe, and lungs also have a higher heat tolerance so breathing in such hot air won't burn her. Her eyes also have an extra layer of protection, which allows them to stay moisturized in extreme heat/dry atmosphere, unaffected by the sting of smoke/ash in the air, and prevents her from going blind in extreme lighting. This also means things like smoke-bombs, flash-bombs, and tear-gas are all ineffective on her.

-- Weaknesses: First and foremost, Lia, much like her mother before her, is greatly affected by her proximity to the ground. If she's separated for long periods of time – such as being in the air, high up in a building, or on a ship in deep water – she develops an illness similar to seasickness/airsickness. She becomes quite weak and faint, as well as nauseated. Her powers don't work as well, or may not function at all, depending on how ill she's become. Because of this connection to the Earth, Lia tends to avoid socks and wears slip-on shoes or sandals/flip-flops. That way she can quickly kick off her shoes and actually feel the ground with her feet in order to anchor herself. She'll instantly start to feel better once she's on solid ground again, the rate of her healing dependent on how long she had been away from land.

Another great weakness of Lia's, as mentioned above, is that her powers, much like everyone’s, is largely tied to her emotions. The violent and destructive nature of her powers are closely linked to her rage/anger. This is discussed a bit more under “Power Manifestation” below, as well as in Part 3 when I discuss her story line on X-Future. Basically, she could unintentionally create an earthquake or cause volcanic activity simply by losing control of her temper and becoming unusually angry and/or aggressive.

While the obsidian skin she encases herself in is supposed to be an extra layer of protection, and obsidian is a very tough stone, it is also quite fragile if hit at the right angle. This means Lia's body is likely to not just cut and bleed, but flat out shatter if hit hard enough and at the correct angle. As discussed further in Part 3, the villain Trish nearly broke Lia's arm off at the elbow because of this flaw.

Another downside to Lia's obsidian form is that everything about her - aside from her teeth, nails, and skin – is made of magma. This means if her skin is broken in any way – the equivalent of her flesh being cut – she will “bleed” lava she can't control, so it will burn anything it touches (aside from her) just like natural lava would. Her tears/saliva are also made of lava, making her equally dangerous if she starts to cry or drool while in obsidian form. (Also, for gross thoroughness, her mucus is also made of lava, so a runny nose or bad cough is equally destructive). All of this is reason for Lia to stay outside of her obsidian form as much as possible to prevent a limb from being broken off or her bodily fluids burning through things.

Power Manifestation:

As mentioned above, Lia has to be careful to watch her anger since her control over her powers greatly dissolves whenever she's enraged. This is actually how Lia discovered her powers.

Even as an infant, Lia rarely got cold, usually running around in shorts and short-sleeves, even in the dead of winter in New York state. She didn't have the full range of her body temperature control before puberty, so she did have to wear protective clothing once the temperature had a “real feel” (includes wind chill) of about 10-degrees Fahrenheit (-12 C), and had to retreat to the shade if the “real feel” (includes humidity) was about 110-degrees F (43 C).

Her main power-set unlocked when she was 13. Her date to her middle school winter formal was just “scared off” by Jamie/Cody and his two “brothers.” Realizing it was her father's fault that her date cancelled on her, Lia threw a massive tantrum. She screamed at her father about his “helicopter parenting” and his constant babying of her; not allowing her to grow up. She yelled about her lack of independence, and stormed out of the house and onto their back porch. The moment she was outside, the ground began to tremor. The angrier Lia got, the more the property shook. Realizing what was going on, and fearful of the destruction Lia could cause with her mother's powers, Jamie/Cody tried to usher her back inside and up to the second story of their home; away from the ground.

Breaking away from her father, Lia raced off the porch and into their backyard. Nearly the instant her bare feet touched the grass, a small crack rippled through the ground, cutting the back yard in half. A few feet in front of Lia, a frisbee-sized geyser opened up, and exploded pressurized water from the town's underground stream.

Frightened by what just happened, Lia's anger instantly retreated, and she rushed to her father's embrace. He directed her to run to the attic and focus on staying calm until he can get to her later that night. He then got to work in duplicating himself so he could rush to repair the lawn before any neighbors noticed the improvised early-December hot spring that popped up in his yard. It only kept about two hours for Jamie/Cody to mend the property and go to Lia. He then reminded her of her mother's powers, and promised to help train her to control them.

He then became even MORE protective of Lia, both to keep her from anti-mutant/glitch attacks, as well as protect her classmates/teachers/neighbors from Lia's accidental activation of her powers. Jamie/Cody almost instantly knew that he wasn't cut out to train Lia, and wished Amara/Keahi was around to show Lia how to use her powers. Jamie/Cody was determined to have Lia finish middle school before getting uprooted. So the two of them worked closely on private training for the next half-year; struggling to keep it hidden from everyone that Lia was a mutant/glitch.  

Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters:

After Lia's middle school graduation, her father confessed that she would probably be safer, and receive better training for her powers, if she went to the Xavier Institute (Glitches alternative name TBD). It was hard at first for Lia to part from the only home she knew, but the realization that she'd be going to a boarding school all but convinced her to go; her chance to finally get out from under her father's thumb.

Lia celebrated Independence Day with her father with an extra layer of meaning; she was to start at the Institute the next day. She spent the rest of July and all of August reveling in living away from her father for the first time. She had some lonely moments where Jamie's/Cody's absence was painfully noticeable, but for the most part she loved the new-found independence. She prepared herself to start high school as a 'new woman' and excitedly looked forward to the school year.

The excitement quickly died during the back-to-school mixer the school held the Saturday before classes were to start. In the X-Future timeline, things were going great as Lia was approached by her crush Chayse. He asked her for a dance, only for both of them to be surprised by Jamie. Lia demanded to know why her father was there, only to find out that he missed her too much, so he signed up to be part of the faculty. Lia, embarrassed, enraged, and deflated to lose her new-found independence so soon after receiving it, stormed off into the yard. She became so overwhelmed that she accidentally switched to obsidian form; burning away the outfit she was wearing. She then had to find a way to discreetly sneak back into the building and up to her dorm room while technically naked...

Thankfully, life got a bit better as she started making lots of friends around the school, unofficially making herself the “mama” of the students. This has its downsides as well as she overburdens herself with responsibility for her fellow students. For more on this, check back in with Part 3: X-Future timeline.

Lia's Style:

When I first came up with Lia, I had her dressing more like Willow, but with a few cover shirts and leggings to be a touch more modest. Almost like she was rebelling with sexier clothes – showing off her mid-drift, her cleavage, bare shoulders, mini-skirts showing off her legs, etc – and then her “Daddy's little girl” persona would kick in and have her cover up with a cover shirt or leggings.

In truth, she still is a touch like this, but she has a bit more innocence in her initial wardrobe than I originally planned. Her outfits also used to mostly consist of grays and oranges, but over the years she's trended more towards reds, charcoal grays, and blacks, with orange and/or yellow as more accent colors to give that lava-like feel to her. Her hair, as mentioned above, is usually bone-straight, mid-back length, and hung loose. When she was younger – about 14/15 – she would wear hair clips to pin part of her hair out of her face, but they kept melting whenever she switched to obsidian. Soon she figured she looked more mature without the clips anyway, and now only puts up her hair for special occasions, such as the prom.

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Aaaand, that's Lia! In a nutshell, at least. Sorry about this being a day late, and only being one part of a 6-part mini-series about her. I'll try to get the others up ASAP so I can also work on my next OC: Trish.

While you are waiting for Part 2, you can use this time to catch up on the other parts of my Meet My OCs series, in case you're new to them.

I started off with a “Who Wants to Meet My OCs?” introductory mini-series:

Part 1: Why I wanted to do this series, and the real-world inspirations for my main two worlds:

Gyateara – a high fantasy world that will, presumably, house many self-contained series that may or may not interconnect beyond all taking place on the same planet

Glitches – a pseudo-cyberpunk future AU of Earth where mutated humans – known as Glitches – must fight for equality, and even survival, while also dealing with the normal dramas of puberty.

In Part 2 of my series, I explained the real-world inspiration for my four main Gyateara OCs: Amara Yori, Jolene Crisslebalm, Natalie, and Connor.

Part 3 of this series went a bit long, so it was broken down into its own two-parter. In Part 3a, I talked about the creation of the four main characters of Glitches: Chayse, Lia, Willow, and Trish. As I mentioned above, I'm working on Lia now, Willow was two weeks ago, and Trish is next. I'll be finishing up with my husband's OC Chayse by the end of July.

For Part 3b of this series, I explained the canonical character origins of my adult Glitches, and how they’ve been reworked to create my still-evolving adult support characters for Glitches: Matteo, Emily, Ryder, Keahi, Cody, and Iggy.

Then, two weeks ago, I switched over to the main portion of this series: “Meet My OCs” starting with my 6-part “Meet Willow” mini-series.

Part 1: Willow's Overview and Background

Part 2: Willow's Relationships

Part 3: Willow's Character Arc Events

Part 4: The Images of Willow

Part 5: Story Samples of Willow

Part 6: Two Cheesy WWE13 Video Game Custom Wrestler Entrances

Again, sorry for the delay on Lia; life got complicated. Look for Part 2 (and maybe more) tomorrow!

[thehangmansclub]

Actually, I’d like to see something you’ve written for/about your apprentice Serena, if that wouldn’t be too much trouble!

Thank you for the ask Anon! It was certainly unexpected, and since I usually write non-specific MC fics or as Julian in my 20’s AU group roleplay, I didn’t have anything laying ready. So I just wrote this little bit for you! Hope you will enjoy the insight into the everyday life of my Serena.

A little intro before we start.

Serena is the oldest of the Blackthorn sisters - my three OC’s that I created for The Arcana, WTNC, and Stellamore. Yes, I know those are totally different universes, but hey, those are my OC’s, I can do what I want!

She is generally calm and poised. Always felt responsible for her siblings. Even as a child she thought of herself as just a slightly smaller adult, and she had to have everything under control.

She loves to cook. There’s something soothing in the certainty that using the right ingredients, mixed in the right proportions, cooked for the right time will result in some pretty content sighs of her loved ones.

She also likes to dance - one of the few occasions when she truly feels like she can let her hair down.

And of course, she loves Julian. He brings out the more spontaneous, fun-loving side of her, while she makes sure he doesn’t run himself too thin. And let’s just say that her need of taking the reigns and his urge to submit works very well together. 

Ok, off to the fic - fluff with a dash of spice near the end, but nothing too explicit

The kitchen of their tiny apartment fills with the aroma of freshly cut herbs - marjoram, thyme, bay leaf… And the distinctive smell of rosemary taking the lead. “It’s not a proper stew without rosemary!” She remembers the way Mazelinka explained the recipe in detail, while she scribbled furiously in her notebook, her lettering almost as bad as Julian’s, not wanting to miss any detail from the “secret recipe” that is certainly not infused with magic.

Serena smiles to herself at the thought. The first time she ever tasted the dish and saw the blissful look on Julian’s face when he dug into his bowl, she made a vow to herself, that she will get the “I’ll take it to my grave” recipe. And everyone knows, that when she sets her mind to something…

It’s a warm, summer evening and through the open window, she can hear the commotion down the street. The rustling of wooden boxes, the voices of people gathering on the square, growing louder by the minute, and the excited squealing of children.

As the first tones hit her ears, her hips start swaying to the rhythm of an upbeat, but not too fast song. It’s her little ritual by now. Every Friday evening, she cooks to the sound of the musicians playing on the square, gracefully moving through the kitchen, tapping her spoon on various surfaces, accenting when the band hits a strong note. Everything comes together like a choreographed dance.

Serena doesn’t even notice, too deeply focused on her task, that Julian came home. Late, as always. Tired, as always, after making one too many house calls. But she knows him better than anyone and she knows he won’t ever say no to people who need his help, so she never complains. Just makes sure he gets to bed early, even if she has to pin him to the mattress herself. So what, if that doesn’t make him fall asleep any earlier than usual?

Lead by the wonderful smell, his feet drag him towards the kitchen. Leaning quietly against the doorframe, Julian watches in awe as she moves like water - her motions fluid when she puts the pastries into the oven only to turn around and taste the main course like it’s not a sequence of movements, but one. She finally settles behind the counter, chopping the remaining carrots, and he feels pulled like a magnet, compelled to close the distance, to taste the salt on her skin.

Serena is aware of him even before his long arms wrap around her waist, the scent of his sandalwood shampoo unmistakable. She pretends not to notice when his impossibly long fingers brush her long hair out of his way, but as soon as he kisses her neck, hot breath tickling the delicate skin behind her ear, she is forced to set the knife aside, her eyes closing involuntarily. She’s a strong woman, but Gods know, this man makes her weak.

“Smells divine…” he purrs lowly, his fingers sliding down her sides.

“Your favorite…” Her voice is raspy, only partly because she hasn’t spoken to anyone for a few hours.

“Oh yes, definitely my favorite…  And the stew smells good too.”

She couldn’t possibly see it, but Serena swears she can feel that side grin showing up on his face, clearly pleased with himself by this witty response. His fingers find the hem of her shirt, and as soon as she feels his fingernails scraping her tight stomach, she knows she has to regain her control before it’s too late.

She turns around, fully prepared to scold him for distracting her, but before she could say or do anything, he hoists her up the kitchen counter with that daring smile on his face. “Ilya…” A warning, but only half-hearted. No one ever saw an eye-roll so distinctive as the one she makes, but as much as she tries to hide it, there’s no denying the way her lips curl at the corners. “The stew is going to burn…

“It would be a shame… So maybe just a taste?”

His mismatched eyes grow wide as without any hesitation she yanks him close by the collar, bracketing his narrow hips with her thighs, their lips meeting in a heated, almost punishing kiss. She only has a minute, and Serena will make damn sure that they will make it count.

Fingers raking his auburn curls, she devours him, and he growls into her mouth, the sound that she swallows with another hungry kiss. The dance of their tongues is intoxicating, and she has to remind herself that they need to breathe, reluctant to part even for a second.

The way she outlines the shape of his upper lip with the tip of her tongue is electric, his skin burning with a fire that only she can light, that distinctive movement bringing up a still fresh memory of what she did to him the night before.

The memory of the way his toes curled, his fingers grabbing the headboard of their bed in a white-knuckled grip as she brought him to the edge… Over and over again… but not letting him take that final leap…

Until he begged for it.

Finally, she pulls away, leaving them both panting, struggling to catch their breaths. With a pat on the shoulder, she narrows her gaze, giving him the stare that won’t take no for an answer. “Ilya, darling… Be a good boy and set the table.”

There’s a heavy sigh escaping his throat, a sound both wistful and content at the same time. Julian obliges, settling her back on her feet and she quickly moves to stir the heavenly meal stewing in the pot. He looks at her one more time before he walks out of the kitchen, and she sends him a pointed look over her shoulder, a saucy grin painting her face.

“And maybe… we will find some time to finish this before the dessert?”