#I had to look up “siblings fighting ref” for the first picture

[sleepis4theweak]

OKAY NOW I'M CAUGHT UP YAY

Day 2 of the Rise August challenge: Disaster twins!

[mimiri22-6]

Let's do this. One last time.

Ducktales 2017. I didn't think I was ready for the end, but the finale was too perfect to be sad nor angry.

There's so much to say-too much to say...and I'm going to try my best to say all of it.

EVERYONE IS HERE!! ENDGAME WHO?! DUCKTALES!!!!!

Seeing Webby and Scrooge interactions now, after watching this once, is just-They're So Soft! AND everything is just-AH I love it. It's so weird, but when is the family tree not screwy(also, Webby=Scrooge's clone? Webby=female? Trans Scrooge=Cannon?! I think Fucking So!)

Aaaaaaannd that's all we get from Gladstone and Fethry. If there's one thing I wish was in this episode more it would be more cousin interactions and Daisy. Though, Daisy not being too into it makes sense. Loved what we got of her tho. At least we got a little bit of them this episode, it was already pretty character packed

Well...Launchpad is only half wrong.

Oh wow. Oh Wow, I love this dynamic between LP, Drake, and Fenton...ot4? because I refuse to leave Gandra out. I love how Drake doesn't know about Fenton and Gizmo while it seems like everyone else in the world does. Still, LP/Drake and Gandra/Fenton some of my faves. So good

OH YEAH! Even the other 2 Caballeros are here!!

And the last adventure STARTS

I find it Fantastic how Dewey and Launchpad will probably die thinking F.O.W.L used the last level of a videogame as their secret layer layout

*sigh* This is why I avoid previews and wish I was better at avoiding theories from after those previews. I would have been more surprised and probably would have enjoyed this ep even more if I had Nothing to expect. But the theories were right. Tho, I did not expect how (or should I say Who) Webby was cloned from...though also I was spoiled by that when I was looking for the ep. Some ass used "Scrooge is Webby's dad" as a video title. I didn't think it was real, but I was wrong.

Awwww. Don has such a soft spot for kids

I love Lena and her development.

...*sigh* ok. "you've already got sisters" with this line, I am obligated to drop the Webby/Lena ship. I'm sorry, but it's one of my many rules for being ok with a ship. If the characters Ever say, even just once as an afterthought, they see each other as siblings or something similar, I will see them as that. It's why I've never been ok and have been uncomfortable with Shiro/Keith since Keith saved Shiro from...his clones...huh. So, from now on, I'm going to be Very uncomfortable with anything Weblena...even though the thought of them in the future was cute

HOW does a show about building ottomans have plot???

I wasn't sure how to feel about the clones All throughout this

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO HUEY JUST FIRST NAMED BEAKLEY!!!!!

GOLDIE AND DAISY ARE ON THE BOARD!!! SCORE!!

Oooooh. That picture of Webby's parents...is fake. It's like some picture Beakley took off the internet.

I saw a post saying how Della had to convince Donald to go on one last adventure and how she had to watch him almost die, but she really Didn't. She helped him pack and she was ready to let Donald go on his adventure("but Daisy's my adventure" They are too damn cute for their own damn good. I love them. donsy for the win), but an actual Crisis came up and he had to stay. Donald nearly dying by void was not Della's fault and if I see any more posts about how she roped Donald into a death mission, I will go up a wall and break a neck on my way down

Man, it's weird hearing this and knowing that Webby's parents don't exist

Wow! Beakley just knocked out Scrooge! Damn!

Oooh! The girls are fighting

...Woah. I just realized, the blood and brain of Scrooge McDuck and the training of Bentina Beakley. Webby is even more of a beast than we knew.

IS THAT DEVELOPMENT I HEAR!!! YOU KEEP THOSE KIDS BEHIND? YOU LOSE!!! GOOD DAY SIR!

Pepper. Just Pepper. She seems like one of your parent's nice coworkers that brings you brownies and pinches your cheeks

"Look after your brother." YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I JUST WANNA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DADRO YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS OFICIALLY BOYD GEARLOSE NOW!! YEEEEE!!!!

I also really like that you can't tell which Gyro is telling that to

God, I Fucking Love the concept that is Manny. He's one of those things that if someone asked you about him outside of the fandom, you wouldn't even know where to start. It's absolutely FanFuckingTastic. He's the most magical thing in the universe? Fuck Yes, give that to me Now!

HE SPEAKS!!!!!!(I couldn't place his voice actor, but I when I looked him up I realized recognized him for Glossaryck from SVTFOE)

(Edit: Just found out that the scene with Manny was a Gargoyles ref. Nice!)

Once again, I love everything about LP, Drake, and Fenton

And then Lena Died

Aww, they both have such soft spots for children

LUDWIG VON DRAKE?!?!!!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

(that had to be a different font because really, what the fuck)

He really did just say he was too busy to die. This duck is too powerful

(I really just don't have too much to say between all of this. I just love all of it)

Woo! Louie with the motivation!

Pft-how both of them are singing? Love to see it...wait, we don't see Don Karnage after this...DID HE DIE IN THAT CRASH?! DID DEWEY COMMIT HIS FIRST MURDER?!

"Welcome home, April." I hate you.

Of course he dabs

"he was like this when we found him." Nice to know Gos knows what to do in the event that she kills someone

Oh that's horrendous. I hate that

"Now, let's get down to business." TO DEF[get's shot]

Why is Manny like actually the best?

God, Drake and LP really are two halves of a whole idiot huh? They're soulmates, your honor

"I. Am." "Not alone in this." That was so sweet, but also JUST TELL HIM!!

And now Glom is dead

Oh, that's a lot of mind control

"Even by our standards, this is a weird day." Couldn't say it better, Lena

"How do you think Della found out about the Spear of Selene?" OH, YOU MOTHERFU

"Oh, Bradford, how villainous." DAMN! HE REALLY DID JUST DO THAT, HUH?!

"MOOOM!" "NOOO!" OH NO, MY HEART! IT FUNCTIONS!

"Do you know how replaceable clones are?" Oh yeah, that's right. You're probably not the og Gyro

Man, we don't ever have Von Drake for long but I always love him

Those lights are really only there for dramatic effect, aren't they?

...Close enough.

Launchpad moment! Yeah!!!

HEY! I just noticed. While wearing the suit, Launchpad didn't crash...idk what to do with this info

The fine print is usually good to read...we people just don't do it apparently

"...your most trusted ally?" *picks Donald* Wow. That's right there with the feels ain't it

"it's not worth the risk." Fuck, I love them

Oh that sounds so weird. Scrooge has never been a dad, always Uncle. So Weird

And Gandra, Gyro, and Von Drake are dead. There is a Body Count this episode

"Donald Duck." "Uncle Scrooge." I SEE YOU! I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE! AND I LOVE IT!

Hehe. From Bitchford to bird brain.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ENDING SCENE IS THE BEST!

Beakley thinking she's no longer accepted? Nah, she was granny first and foremost

ANOTHER FENRA KISS?! DON'T MIND IF I DO!

DADRO AND GOSALYN AND DRAKE?! LOVING IT!

MORE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS?! WOO!

DONALD IMMEDIATELY ADOPTING JUNE AND MAY?! ONLY THE BEST FROM HIM!!!!

PROTECTIVE SCROOGE?! YOU DON'T SEE ME COMPLAINING!

"We're smarter" "We're tougher" "We're sharper" And we'll earn our way square." AH-I'M GOING DOWN LIKE THE SUNCHASER, GUYS

AND THE END CREDITS WILL NEVER BE MATCHED!!!!!

I don't know what else to say.

This show was amazing from beginning to end. I may not have cried, but I didn't need to cry. It wasn't sad and there was nothing bittersweet about it. Just pure perfection, just like the rest of the show.

Perfectly Preen, not a fether out of place.

Goodnight Ducktales, you were perfect

[gatorkid509]

Finally finished!!! This took a while to finally finish because I first had trouble finding a reference picture for the body, then after coloring his skin, I had to wait a day to color the rest since the power went out. But it was worth it. So I'd like for you all to finally meet Spike, Son of Leng Ren, the older half brother of Thorn and Blade, and the younger half brother of Ping and @amnshe-wolf 's Gale( And before you ask how he's younger then Ping and Gale if he looks like he's in his late 20s, it's because he was born after the Demon Sorcerers were banished.) Here's a small bio about him: Born to serve his mother's every command, Spike was one of the first of many demon children created to form armies in order to to destroy any and all humans so that the world may only be inhabited by demons. Spike is almost just like his mother, with the major difference being that he does care for Thorn and Blade as they all trained and grew up together. And while he is treated better then his older half siblings, that doesn't mean he's never punished for disobeying his mother's orders. He is a very skilled and deadly fighter, utilizing his retractile arm blades to great effect, this has given him the honor of being directly chosen by Leng Ren herself to serve as her top warrior and gaining the nickname The Red Annihilator, though his encounters with his older half siblings have caused him to question if serving Leng Ren is his real purpose in life. I'm really proud of his design, the main inspirations for him were typical depictions of demons and characters with retractable arm blades like Wolverine from Marvel and Baraka from Mortal Kombat, I was actually debating whether or not to give him horns since when I made his original sketch in my sketchbook, he actually didn't have horns and he actually did look good without them, I'm glad I changed my mind as the horns I made for him do look really good( Plus either way, we get hornless Spike thanks to his human form), I also love that the color scheme kinda gives him a sort of Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender vibes which I ironically didn't intend to do that. I'm also really proud of his human form's design, mainly the shirt, which is suppose to be an inverted pentagram( It kinda doesn't look right), and his bracelets which was actually part of the reference I used for his body( Fun fact, his human form's skin color is actually the same skin color from Hsi Wu's human form). And if your wondering where the 2 birthmarks on his neck are in his human form, the marks are only on the left side if his neck. So yes he does have them in his human form, they're just on the left side. Oh yeah!! He also has a soft spot for sweets, especially Oreo cookies. And his scars are from a Cerberus that he had to fight as a kid in front of a crowded arena in order to prove to Leng Ren that he was worthy to train as one of her worriors. And so I think that it, tell me what you think. I used this reference from Null-Entity on DA for his body( along with this ref from SenshiStock for the single arm pose, also from DA)

[cfmoxie]

&&. rumor has it ( mila syan ) has stepped into rosewood. ( she ) is a ( 33 ) year old ( sub ) currently residing at the manor as ( a sub for hire ). it’s been said that ( she ) resembles ( elodie yung ) and is into ( tpe & orgasm control ) but not ( bathroom play & infantilism ). ( she ) has been said to be ( caring & attentive ) but also quite ( impulsive & unstable ). let’s hope the manor doesn’t devour them whole.

tw: death, murder, brainwashing.

FULL NAME: Mila Syan

GENDER: Cis female

PRONOUNS: She/Her

SEXUALITY: Bisexual and Homoromantic. 

HEIGHT: 5′6

NATIONALITY: Cambodian/British

BIRTHMARK: A rose gold feather at the nape of her neck. See here for visual ref.

Biography

Mila’s family didn’t particularly have much in terms of prospects growing up. Her father had moved to England from Cambodia a few years prior to her birth, met what he so eloquently would claim to anyone who asked as the love of his life, and the pair haven’t looked back since.    

She loved her family dearly, but a cramped council flat certainly wasn’t the most adequate of places to raise four children despite their strong bonds. 

As the eldest child, there was always a lot of pressure placed on Mila to excel in everything she did. It was something she knew full well was never meant from a place of malicious intent, and so instead of growing to resent it, she worked hard to proved their confidence in her was well founded.

She developed a love of art, music and languages, was in all the top classes throughout her school years...The A stars littering her GCSE results paper like little beacons of that better life seeming further and further within reach with every passing year.

That was, until tragedy stuck the family. Her youngest brother Arun killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, stumbling on something he shouldn’t.

The authorities were useless in their investigation, and as her grades began to slip, it also gave rise to a far darker side of the sweet young girl everyone knew.    

Eventually, her feelings of uselessness and contempt manifested physically. Picking fights with anyone and everyone just to at least feel some pain she had a modicum of control over.

When the trail for her brother’s murders ran cold, she was distraught. While her parents sat and wallowed in their grief, she steeled herself to do something about it.

She even ran head first into the arms of her estranged uncle, a man who had been disowned from the family for his ties to the seedy underbelly of London city. While he agreed to look into it for her, one thing became very clear...If she wanted those men dead, she was going to have to do it herself.

The hitmen in her uncle’s circles were certainly ones she couldn’t afford, but she learnt the value of stealth early on - often sneaking around in an attempt to overhear any pearls of wisdom she could gleam from these people so adept at what they did.

She got caught eventually, such was the way with no means of formal training, but instead of making her regret it the man seem to appreciate her determination, and agreed to teach her some basics until her uncle found the names she needed.

It was hardly the life she had envisioned for herself at sixteen, but once she’d had a taste of it, she doubted she’d ever be able to reimmerse fully into civilised society.

It was some months before the names of those responsible for her brother’s death were uncovered. Part of some gang running a drug smuggling ring out of Camden.

After growing close, her unofficial mentor by this point had offered to take care of the problem for her...And in hindsight, perhaps she should have taken it. That one contract and it was done, but Mila simply could not let it go, and if they were going to die by anyone’s hands, it would be her own.

She trailed rigorously for years until she felt she was ready. They weren’t her first kill, or her last, but they would always be her most memorable. Even now, when so many aspects of that part of her life are hazy, their faces remain always.

The problem was that once she’d gotten a taste for such things, there was no going back. She had begun to make a name for herself, and a submissive with such a skill set was a highly coveted prize. Few expected the meek and mild subservients of the human race to possess such viciousness, and she worked under many doms over the years to hone her craft.

The problems came later, when she began to outgrow the confides her rose gold birthmark placed on her.

No one took her seriously as a sub, and so eventually, she decided to try her hand as a dominant.

With the shackles broken she quickly grew in wealth and stature, perhaps the one good thing she has done in her life coming when she had made enough to send a majority of it back to her parents and ensure both themselves and her siblings would be set for life.

She felt as though she was on top of the world, pulled into a false sense of security by the semipermanent silvery blue where rose gold should be....But like all good things in life, it wasn't to last. 

It was a previous boss scorned by the reach she had surpassed him that eventually connected her to the submissive in his employ years prior. Something that quickly landed her on the reconditioning list, to be reminded of her place by some of the best sub breakers and dom trainers in the world, those that resided in an estate known as Rosewood manor.   

Mila underwent the training for five years in total before something eventually snapped, and there was no end to the plethora of doms that assisted in her indoctrination -- both before and after that particular revelation of hers.

The first few months after her reconditioning were perhaps the most dangerous. She was fine when there was a dom around, but given more freedom she began to slip deeper and deeper into old habits.

Over the past year she’s been conditioned to view such feelings as a side effect detrimental to her own mental health, and it’s something that she will now actively go out of her way to correct. Often seeking a sub breaker or any other dom with a sadistic streak to help her reclaim her submission once more.    

Personality:

Mila is a very caring and empathetic individual for the most part. Even before everything, she had a passion for music, art and literature that simply couldn’t be taught, and it’s something that hasn’t left her to this day. She speaks five languages, is well versed in close quarters combat styles, and predominantly enjoys her life as a submissive for hire. When there’s a dom in her presence, Mila can be the picture of obedience. A faint bratty undertone sometimes carried purely to keep things interesting, or when she wants a night to take a slightly darker turn. The problems occur when she’s left to her own devises for too long, when her mind wanders to places she’d rather not go, or finds herself straying to the cells with it’s echoes of memories written all over the walls she knows full well to ignore. Usually, time with even the most marginally sadistic of doms will clear up such thoughts she has come to treat as one would a physical ailment, and so the notion of having a long term mistress is one she secretly sort of longs for.  

Wanted Connections:

Doms that were part of her training in any capacity: TBA. Just all. the. doms! Sub breakers, Dom trainers, or even those just willing to lend a hand to that kind of thing. These would likely be the ones she seeks out if she ever feels herself slipping. So long as your chara’s been here for like 6 months+, come at me!

Art/Literature/Music buds: TBA. Despite her penchants for the arts, she’s been taught that this isn’t something most doms would want to hear about, that it’s boring...She’s almost started to believe it, and will try to actively keep it to herself in most cases. This could be doms or subs that actually share the affiliation.

Reoccurring doms: TBA. As a sub for hire mostly left to her own devises for close to a year now, Mila is no stranger to new and old little trysts alike. These are people that would likely ask for her time either whenever they visit, or relatively often encounters if they live here...whether she requires payment or not from these particular people remains to be seen.  

Subs that make her question her new mindset: TBA. A dangerous connection for her, bonus points if it’s current disobedient subs bc I clearly just like to inflict suffering xD 

Anything else you can think of! I’m here for all of it.

[diegoh4rgreeves]

The Polaroid

Story Summary: Diego Hargreeves has a new girlfriend who he just recently made love to. She tries to surprise him with a nude Polaroid which ends up getting lost. They spend their afternoon looking for it. They find it at Griddy’s Doughnuts with Diego’s brother, Five, after spotting Klaus with it because Klaus thought it was a joint paper. The couple gets the Polaroid back, and it prompts Diego and reader to have sex at an unlikely place… After sex, the couple cuddle at the academy and fall asleep together.

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female Reader

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 2,447 words

Warning: Fluff, smut, swearing

A/N: I originally wrote this as an imagine where reader simply gives him the Polaroid and he keeps it. Then I thought this would make a cute dilemma and wanted to make them a realistic couple who love each other and still bicker over things. I hope you all enjoy this. I’m passionate about photography and about Diego, so I wanted to put 2 things I love in a story!

I walk into the bathroom of the gym to check myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a yellow-and-white checkered dress, clipped my bangs to one side, applied red lipstick, and I make sure that my winged black eyeliner was set properly. I give one big smile to the mirror and feel confident in approaching my boyfriend, Diego Hargreeves. He’s going to love this outfit! I usually wear all-black clothing which he also loves. I just thought I’d change it up for today.

I walk out of the bathroom and see him fighting at the boxing rink. Diego Hargreeves is Number 2 of the superhero league, the Umbrella Academy. He’s known as The Kraken. His speciality is in throwing knives. I met him at a punk show when his sister Vanya (Number 7, The White Violin) and he were briefly in a band. I didn’t see him for almost a year after that night. Vanya and I kept in touch and she told me that Diego had an urgent mission the last night of their show. She spent her time learning to play the violin and later teaching it to kids.

I’m a music photographer and took their photos the show before they disbanded. I sent the prints of the photos to Vanya by mail, and we’ve gotten coffee together occasionally. Vanya is cool with her frail looks, and dress shirts and jeans. She’s a nervous person. One time she accidentally poured salt in her coffee. She dared me to drink it. I did. It was nasty. It was that same day she took me over to the academy and introduced me to her siblings. That was how I met Diego again. There was an instant spark. We flirted like it was no one’s business. We talked on the phone for weeks. I came to the gym to watch him and took photos of him in action. Then that evolved to taking photos of each other on unintentional dates. This went on for a few months. Finally, he’s my boyfriend, and I am so happy.

I watch him throw punches and put a guy in a headlock. They’re both groaning as they fight. In between all that, he beams up when he sees me and holds up his hand to indicate a wave at me. I grin at him as acknowledgement to the wave.

I’m especially excited to see Diego today because we made love together for the first time a few nights ago. I took a nude Polaroid of myself and decorated the edges of it with lipstick marks, glued-on rose petals, and an ‘i love u’ written from a red Sharpie. I left it underneath the pillow of his bed in the boiler room of the gym, where he lives.

“Winner!” The ref holds up my boyfriend’s arm. Diego heavily breathes as he holds still with his arm up. There’s slow and light clapping for him. It’s only 11am, so not many people are at the gym right now.

He comes down and immediately walks over to me. He’s sweating and he puts his arm around me. “Hey,” he pecks my cheek. “How was that? Did you like the fight?”

I grin and turn slightly towards him. I place the tips of my fingers on his chest. “Why yes, I did. I think you’ll really know my reaction if you check underneath your pillow soon enough…”

He cocks his eyebrow at me.

“You’ll see what I mean.” I giggle.

He smirks and nods. “Okay then. I guess I’ll check this right now!”

I smirk back and grab his arm to lead the way to his bedroom.

He follows suit. I can feel his pulse still going fast. “You don’t mind if I don’t shower first? I mean…” We’re outside his room now. He leans and whispers, “…You look hella good today. Let me look just as presentable for you.”

I blow raspberries and bend my wrist. “You always look good, Diego. In fact…” I hold the knob to the boiler room. I eye him up and down. “You’re not gonna need your clothes soon anyway.”

“Y/N,” he laughs. “Seriously, what’s underneath my pillow?”

“Just wait for it!” I laugh. “I love leaving you in suspense.”

He growls and twists the doorknob. “It better be your panties…” That actually would have been a great idea… I just show up to the gym in a dress and no underwear on. He would have loved that.

“Well, no,” I respond as we walk into the room. “Just check, Diego!” I stop myself a few steps into the room while he walks over to the bed with curiosity.

He lifts his pillow up. “Hmm.”

I furrow my brows. “What is it?”

“I don’t see anything…” He turns around to me and smirks. “Is it invisible?”

I walk over to his bed and check for the spot I left the Polaroid myself. It’s not there.

“Maybe it fell behind my bed.”

I nod. “Okay. You lift the mattress and I’ll check underneath.” He does as he’s told. I check underneath, and on the floor. Nothing. “What the hell…” I whisper.

“Y/N, just tell me what it was, and we’ll go look for it.” Diego looks at me with concern.

I sigh. “It was… a nude Polaroid… of me.” I look at the ground in shame. Maybe this was a bad idea. Fuck knows where it is now and if some pervert beat Diego to it…

He looks at me in bewilderment. “Oh…” he looks to the side.

I nod. “Mmmhm.”

“Okay… Well… I have no idea where it went!” Diego smirks.

“Neither do I!” I retort. “What the fuck do we do about this, Diego!? You can’t just ask the guys if they saw a nude photo of your girlfriend. They already know what I look like, so it’d be awkward as hell.”

“Why did you even have to take a picture!?” Diego argues. “You’re already in my wank bank.”

“Wank bank!? Who says that anymore?”

He sighs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to blame you for this problem. We will find the picture, okay?” He puts a hand on my shoulder. I look away from him out of embarrassment. “Okay, Y/N?”

I reluctantly nod. I don’t really believe that we will. I just hope that it’s in the trash by now and grinded up by a truck.

Diego and split up to go and look for the Polaroid. We checked the rest of the room. We checked the bathroom. We checked the boxing rink. He lied to his boss that he might have left some papers in his office, so he checked there.

“When did you leave the Polaroid?” Diego whispers to me when we’re by the entrance of the gym.

“I came in after a show I did a photo gig for at like 3am. I told your boss I had to leave something for you, so he opened the boiler room for me.”

Diego nods. “Okay… It should have stayed put then.”

I throw my hands out in frustration. “You think!?”

“We should just take a break trying to find this,” Diego sighs. “Tell you what, why don’t I go shower and we can go to Griddy’s for some coffee and doughnuts?”

I sigh. “I am getting pretty hungry, so we may as well do that…”

He puts his arm around me. “We will find it.” He kisses my temple. “I promise.” He heads on over to the changing room of the gym and takes his shower.

—

Over at Griddy’s, we see Diego’s brother Number Five all by his lonesome. The thing about Number Five is that he was born the same year as all of Diego and his siblings were, but he grew old from time-travelling. He’s a 60-year-old-man in the body of a 13-year-old boy wearing the uniform for The Umbrella Academy. He’s at the wooden counter and having a cup of black coffee. Five isn’t the most social person. Diego still leads me to him as we hold hands and approach him.

Five gives us a look. Even for him, it’s a strange look. “Y/N… Diego…” He gulps. “This is going to be… very awkward, but I have something that belongs to the both of you.” Diego and I give each other a look. Five pulls out a square white sheet of plastic paper. Both Diego and I gasp. Thankfully, Five keeps the Polaroid face-down.

I snatch it away from Five. “How do you have this, and why!?”

“I’m sorry!” Five holds up his hands. “I truly am! I told Klaus that I wasn’t going to give him money for drugs. The others must have said the same thing because he came home bragging to me about finding joint papers in Diego’s room. When he held it up, I saw a breast and I asked Klaus how he found a printed joint… and that was when we both looked at it more carefully and…” Five clears his throat. “Did I tell you how sorry I am?”

I sigh. “It’s okay. You did the right thing giving it back to me. Thank you, Five.”

He nods. “Now you and my brother go get freaky, whatever it is you kids do these days.”

Diego guffaws. “Oh, we will!”

“Diego.” I clench my teeth and nudge him.

“Later, Five!” Diego calls out and leads us out of Griddy’s.

Diego and I stand by the entry of the doughnut shop. “So, we’re not getting doughnuts and coffee anymore?” I point out.

Diego only exclaims over finally having the Polaroid. “Now come on. Let me see it, let me see it!”

“What happened to the wank bank?” I retort.

His excitement goes down to a sigh. “Y/N, did I tell you how sorry I am earlier? I don’t think I did… I’m sorry I was such an asshole over it. I really do appreciate you spicing things up…” He raises his eyebrows at me and smiles. “You were so shy when we first met…” He takes my hand and pecks it, and then he kisses down my arm.

I laugh wholeheartedly. “You are so lame. But I love you.” I smile.

He smiles back at me. He whispers in my ear with a hot breath. “Now let me see it and we can head to the back of Griddy’s.”

I give him a scandalised look. “Diego! That sweet lady who runs the shop will come out here.”

He shrugs. “Isn’t it exciting when it’s forbidden?”

I hesitate before giggling. “I do like that.” I place the tips of my finger to his chest like I did earlier at the gym. He holds up both my hands and kisses them again.

Diego and I walk on over to the back of Griddy’s. His mouth hangs when he looks at the Polaroid and he tells me how much of a dirty little slut I am for going through all this trouble for him.

He stuffs the Polaroid into the pocket of his black pants before he presses our lips hard together. His mouth is cold not long after his shower. I can smell his aftershave and his cologne which he seemed to have sprayed on excessively after his fight. He is so built that I let my hands roam his chest as we passionately kiss. Suddenly he lifts me up and pins me against the brick walls. I wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls down the top of my dress to massage my breasts and licks and sucks them; then he lifts the skirt of my dress up to my stomach. He grinds on my clit outside my panties and he looks at me. “You like that?”

“Mhmm…” I blush and nod.

He smirks. Then he unbuckles his belt and zips down the fly of his pants. He keeps me up and pulls my panties down to one of my ankles. He puts me back in position and slides on the condom he pulled out from his pocket. “Ready?” he checks with me.

I nod.

He stares me down as he slowly and teasingly slides inside me. He’s so big that the first time we made love, I bled. He seems to wanna be careful of that this time. He manages to still make this sexy. I want him to go at least a little faster. Suddenly he does, and I hump back. He smiles as he takes notice of this. I dig my nails to his back and call out his name. I forget where I am suddenly, and I start chasing my high. He’s so big yet I feel like I’ve adjusted to him already. He groans and tilts his head back as he thrusts faster and harder. He calls out my name as quietly as he can in this public area. I feel like we’re provoking each other, and it feels so good.

I got so into this that I suddenly tense up inside him and squirt. I tilt my head and moan as I let this feeling last. I hear him groan and then he pulls out. He kneels me down by him and tells me to open my mouth. I do as he says, and I shove him in. I move my mouth up and down him and moan. He calls out yes and lets out some groans before he lets out a big load which I struggle on swallowing all of. “Yes, princess. Thank you, princess,” he sighs.

Then he looks down at me. I look up at him. And we giggle profusely.

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Diego and I spend the rest of the day at the academy. We are in his childhood bedroom. It’s small and dingy inside the old mansion. The walls are painted an army green colour and all his posters cover up some of the cracks on the wall. The floors are dark brown and wooden. His bed is plushy, and the fan in his room gets us to snuggle underneath his covers.

He is so warm. I try to avoid falling asleep on him. He points out me being sleepy and that it’s late anyway. “Would you like to stay over?”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “Are you not going back to the gym?”

He blows raspberries. “Not that dump. I wanna spend time with my girlfriend tonight… if she would like to spend time with me.”

“Awww,” I giggle. I kiss the tip of his nose. “It would be my pleasure.”

He grins. “Great.” He pulls me back into his chest. I hold him back and close my eyes with the comfort of getting to spend even more time with him.

[churchsplayground]

“. . .”

The Pawn Symbiote - LF symbiotes

Pawn is only 33 years old, having been spawned at the life foundation (1986) as part of an anti-symbiote project. They are considered the second oldest of the siblings, however, they all are the same age, except the Knight symbiote.

Pawn is referred to as She/Her currently, however, this is subjective and based only on their current host's gender. They do not retain any personal preferences.

Pawn has a fixed height of 7′3″ as a humanoid, it does not change despite the host. -

Pawn lives at the LF with her siblings and parent symbiote in a special container just for them.

It should be noted Pawn does not possess a mouth on a regular basis, and for this reason, is a strong silent. That doesn’t mean they don’t talk, they speak when they want. Only rarely do you see them actually forming a mouth, they often just use a lot of gestures, somehow people still know what she’s talking about (or at least her siblings).

Pawn is a sassy, silver-tongued, she-devil of a symbiote, she can often be seen causing trouble with her sibling Rook. Breaking out of their containment, causing on-site property damage, just being rebellious in nature, acting out much as teens do, it seems they haven’t quite matured enough to grow away from this phase.

Pawn is extremely silent and sneaky, for this, she has earned her place as being able to do more things even the most talented human assassin could pull off. She is often paired in ‘missions’ with her sibling Bishop due to his particular skill set. Pawn doesn’t often abide by the mission’s rules often taking a more messy, bloody approach to things. Ignoring her brother bishop most time due to his passive nature.

Pawn is the LF’s most aggressive symbiote runner up to their parent symbiote, she is often the problem when it comes to keeping staff safe.

Pawn only shows tameness towards Amy, only allowing her to work with and host the symbiote. Pawn has attempted to kill many tester hosts/volunteers that were not Amy or her mother Samatha. Pawn is considered a highly dangerous and problematic symbiote. Often seen putting up fights or flat out trying to kill some staff that was not to her liking.  

Pawn is a very murderous symbiote for reasons unknown, a possible fascination with human death is most likely the cause. Despite this, the symbiote does not seem to be corrupted by this mindset. Only words that could describe her are Chaotic Lawful, she has reasons behind her madness and only seeks the better good... that is, with a little fun on the side.

Big warning… DO NOT sneak up on pawn or her host when bonded unless you want to become a target practice dummy or rather, a dead body. It’s really your choice, they rarely miss, I don’t think you’ll be too lucky for them to miss either.

Unlike her sibling Bishop, she does not take well to foreign symbiotes often treating them as pests and lower life forms. She doesn’t have much respect for the symbiote species often calling them things rather than beings. Then again she is from the same species, in a way she doesn’t think too highly of herself as being part of the species either. All in all, she’s kinda racist towards herself much like her sibling Rook.

Pawn is a little bit more knowledgeable than her siblings on the human world having had been around Amy when she was younger she was often told of many things the child was learning of, learning those things herself when her mother Samatha brought Amy to work.

Pawn stabs first and asks later. She doesn’t care if someones screaming in pain, she’ll get them to talk one way or another.

Two words: Sadistic goo.

Bonus: Pawn looks like she has six eyes, however, she only has four, the top set being fake, why is anyones guess, possibly just to make her loser brother Bishop feel lonely being the only symbiote in the family without more than four eyes (besides Knight that is).

Symbiote Specific Abilities:

Pawn is able to make sharp spears and blades from themselves and is extremely good at welding them having a lot of training doing so. Pawn can make anything from a short dagger-like blade to a long spear being able to impale. Pawn has a wide selection that she is able to create.

Pawn has an extremely good sense of aim, being able to throw these blades just about anywhere and in anyone, for this reason, Pawn is considered an assassin.

Somehow speaks without a mouth, how is unknown. Maybe it’s in people’s minds, maybe the sound is just coming from somewhere?

Minor - Much like her sibling Bishop she’s deathly quiet.

Minor - Pawn has sharp almost blade-like growths on her arms that can be quickly used to cut things like, rope or maybe throats. They are amazingly durable.

She only has:  A. Wits B. Stabby stabbers C. 100 sneak

Human Host - Amy Bergg

Amy is 5’9” and of the lastest is 27 years old

Amy has been working for LF for 7 years now, earning the job almost as soon as her mother had retired only due to the fact Pawn shows extreme violence to unknown hosts.  

Amy is most likely only part of the symbiote project due to relations with her mother Samatha and the known fact the Pawn symbiote is hostile to all other human hosts besides her mother and herself. Both Amy and her Mother are the only civilians accepted into the project.

Amy has known of Pawn’s existence since a very young due to her mother being unable to get someone to watch her daughter whilst she worked. Amy has a very close relationship to this symbiote for these reasons and is currently the only person able to host the symbiote without terrible repercussions.

Amy.. acts exactly like her symbiote. Sassy, doesn’t take shit for anyone. No wonder they get along so well. They’re the match made in heaven and they’ve known each other since a young age. Maybe thats why?

She secretly, might, possibly, ship her two co-team workers. I mean. IF she did, she would say they have some serious cute dynamics with each other and they both should stop being dumb with each other.

Amy loves her symbiote with all her heart because they’ve known each other for so long, they have a very close relationship, much like best friends.

Amy doesn’t treat her symbiote with no regard even if the LF says they symbiotes are not sentient she thinks otherwise, ever since she was little it felt like she was talking to something real, not fake. She thinks the “Are only acting human so that you’ll sympathize with the parasite and achieve a lasting bond so they can use you.” Is kinda bull. 

Bonus: Use to date Patrick (Knight’s Old Host) back in the day. “Patrick? I haven’t heard that name in years, you know he was a total charmer! I wonder how he turned out after all these years? Me and him use to date, haha. Too bad he had to move away because his parents kicked him out, I kinda miss that sweet smile. Bet he’s got a cute girlfriend now!”

< Special Notes - LF issued Warnings:

This symbiote is considered highly dangerous and extreme caution should be exercised around it.

Due to the [2016] symbiote incident. This symbiote is not to be taken off grounds unless instructed or permission is granted. >

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Hey guys- Here’s the second one! Pawn’s ref, I have one more ready soon, I might have another one after that because I haven’t posted anything on the Knight symbiote!

As always if you’d like to know more about them you can always ask here. I always answer, unless the ask gets eaten or I’m stumped for an answer.

Also ~ In the keep reading undercut, you can find more 1 more drawing, don’t get to excited its just the one that was included on Bishop's ref! So nothing new at all!

Timestamp: January 19th, 2020 Related Links/Continuations: Siblings Ref - Bishop, (+1 coming soon)

- LF SYM HOSTS GROUP PICTURE -

Significance: A group drawing of all the LF symbiote hosts. This including Amy as a half drawing, meant to showcase all the hosts just having a group photo. This is included in all the symbiotes refs.

Left to Right: Zachary Ohenn (Bishop), Noah Keil (Rook), Amy Bergg (Pawn)

~ Thanks for reading ~

[trashunlimited]

finally i am posting a complete ref for my oc julie, who was mentioned here:http://trashunlimited.tumblr.com/post/174314389519/do-five-facts-about-your-favorite-oc

this is a pic of her i made, i used a base for it made by the-panda-lover on deviantart, and got their permission to post this here(i can’t draw well sorry).

(this stuff here is copied from my deviantart account):

Here is Julie, my favourite OC and precious baby. She's my version of Rick Sanchez(from Rick and Morty)'s wife. I made her 4 years ago when I first started watching Rick and Morty, and I just can't let go of her, I've put so much hard work and effort into making her. I know Diane exists but she may not even be the real Mrs.Sanchez, even if she was, I wouldn't care, Julie is my baby and I can't abandon her, what kind of mother would I be? To explain, her hair is red because it's meant to explain where Summer's red hair comes from, and since both parents need to carry the red hair gene, Jerry has a direct relative with red hair too. To explain where Beth's blonde hair comes from, I picture Rick as a natural blond(his clones from "Big Trouble in Little Sanchez" are all blue haired because THEY'RE CLONES, and he dyed it blue probably). Beth's nose is also meant to be a mix of Rick's and Julie's noses(rounded like Julie's, slants down like Rick's), also explains where Morty's nose shape comes from. Julie's personality is meant to be the opposite of Rick's, I love opposites attract, beauty and the beast and villains x heroes ships(Rick's not a villain, but he is villainous in nature in a way-STILL COUNTS) and incorporated that into the Rick/Julie pairing. Julie is meant to be similar to Morty in some aspects, while being what I think Rick would need in a partner. Her outfit is also meant to be 70s looking, since that's the decade she and Rick meet, it was inspired by this picture I found when looking up 70s fashion: c8.alamy.com/comp/EXPEM7/1970s… I only found out very recently Mrs.Sanchez was actually unremarkable and mundane, so....oops...the most remarkable thing about her is her being a nurse, but she still seems to be nothing compared to Rick so..I think I'm good? Whatever, IDC bitch.

Full Name:Juliana Lillian Sanchez(nee Kenyon)

Nicknames:Julie, Jubilee, Jules, Red

Birthday:May 16th 1951

Death Date:March 9th 1998

Age:27 years old(main story/midquel), 46 years old(at death), 67 years old(if alive today)

Intelligence Type:Interpersonal(understands people)

Religion:-none-

Occupation:Nurse

Family:Rick Sanchez(husband), Beth Smith(daughter), Jerry Smith(son-in-law), Summer Smith(granddaughter), Morty Smith(grandson)

Romantic Partner:Rick Sanchez

General Description

Juliana “Julie” Kenyon, is the sweetest person you'll ever meet. She has a big caring heart, and loves helping those who need it. Julie has an unconditional love for others, and sees the good in all, believing nobody is a completely bad person.

She’s also a very shy, smart bright woman with a love for reading, cooking, space, science and is feminine and girly.

Personality

Julie has a kind and gentle heart. She loves helping others and is nice to everyone. She is warm, friendly and is optimistic and positive. Even when things look bleak, she tries to be uplifting and to look on the bright side of things. She is soft, gentle and very sweet to other people. Julie also believes that there is good in everyone, and doesn't believe even the worst don't have any good in them. So she does her best to find this in others. Julie cares for other people deeply and always wants to help them.

Julie is very shy, and tends to be timid and nervous at times. She can also be a bit awkward as well and gets easily embarrassed at times. She isn't good with crowds and doesn't like doing things like public speaking. That's not to say she doesn't like spending time with others, because she does. Julie just gets nervous when it comes to new people or a group of people.

Julie is also an intelligent character in her own right. She loves reading books, particularly romance novels, and is very good with things like math, science and English. These skills allowed her to excel in nursing school. She is also fairly logical and resourceful too, and good at memorizing and remembering things. However, due to the fact Julie becomes foolish when it comes to love, her intelligence is often underestimated and even questioned. She is very curious about the world around her, and loves learning new things.

Julie is a hopeless romantic, having wanted love since she was a little girl. She loves romance novels and movies as well. Love makes her act foolish, and sometimes she may make bad decisions, but she never means to.

Underneath this, Julie has poor self-confidence issues. She doesn't think highly of herself at times, and blames her previous romantic failures on herself. While everyone seems to find her beautiful, Julie only thinks she is average looking. She is passive and tends to go along with things, even if she doesn't want to. Her desire not to upset people prevents her from standing up for herself and being assertive and brave.

Due to Rick's influence, as time passed, Julie slowly grew more brave and confident. She became more assertive and sure of herself. Slowly but surely, she became less timid and shy because of him. But sometimes her old insecurities would still rise to the surface.

After Rick leaves, everything goes down the gutter. Julie became more withdrawn, quiet and asocial as a result. She also developed depression.

History

Julie was born on May 16th 1951, to her parents Agnes and Gordon Kenyon. Her full birth name is actually Juliana Lillian Kenyon, but she always has preferred to go by Julie, finding Juliana sounds too formal.

From a young age, Julie’s personality was very evident. She was always a happy and innocent girl that liked reading books and always had a smile on her face. But even then, she was a very shy child and found it hard to make friends. Her closest friend growing up was Vivian Curtis, who she had known since she was a baby due to their mothers being best friends. Her love of romance was also very clear, she liked love stories and her favorite Disney movies were the princess ones that existed at the time like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Cinderella and later Sleeping Beauty. Her parents had a very clear and strong love for each other, something Julie witnessed. She also once asked her parents how they met and fell in love, which they told her about.

Julie was also bullied a bit as a child for her shy personality, and this is something possibly contributing to her later self-confidence issues as an adult. Boys would also mockingly call her ugly.

As Julie grew up, her kind and gentle personality always remained. When she entered high school in 1965, she attempted dating for the first time. It didn’t go over the smoothest however, leaving her very upset. But her friends assured her she would find “the one” eventually. In regards to the bullying, it stopped. But this is only because everyone suddenly saw her as pretty and the guys wanted to go out with her. Julie met Mark a few years later in 1968, and he moved in with her and her family, and the two developed a brother-sister relationship.

When Julie became an adult in 1971, she began dating again, and later from 1971-1975 would attend nursing school. In 1975, her parents bought her her own house in celebration of her graduation, and she soon moved in. On the way to visit her in her new house for the first time, her parents died in a car crash on the way there. For a while, this was something Julie blamed herself for it and felt a lot of internal guilt about it. After their deaths, Julie continued to remain in the house.

In 1978, Julie felt hopeless and was starting to think she would never find “the one” and was starting to blame herself for it. But in about June, when Julie was coming home from a friend’s house. Rick was running away from the Fyralogin Empire when he stumbled into Julie after coming out of his portal gun. He had been shot in the leg, so Julie offered to help him, which he accepted and stayed at her house for a few days until the wound healed. After his leg was better, they still kept in contact and were now friends.

One day, Cyn, a general from the Fyralogian Empire, arrived on Earth to take back the fuel source Rick had stolen. A fight ensued, and after it, Rick had angrily told Julie to leave, and instantly regretted it. He apologized the next day, and took her a gemstone planet where he got her a crystal rose. Rick also helped Julie’s confidence boost by assuring her there was nothing wrong with sticking to the gender roles. This burst of confidence helped Julie to stand up to Cyn after he shot Rick, the next time Cyn came to Earth.

After that incident, Rick and Julie left Earth to hide away somewhere, arriving on Glorf and being taken in by two alien siblings named Oran and Tyla. They remained on the planet for a few weeks, bonding and growing closer. Julie found herself becoming more confident, but after Oran insulted and slapped her, Julie’s confidence fell down a bit. Rick managed to comfort her, making Julie feel better. During this time, they also went to a nightclub together, where they sang and danced together, increasing Julie’s confidence again.

Julie asked to return to Earth after feeling homesick, so Rick allowed her to go. They both missed each other dearly while they were separated. Julie ended up masturbating while thinking about Rick, while he killed Tyla and Oran for Julie's sake. When she returned, they snuggled and watched the stars together, before Rick kissed her.

They stayed on Glorf a little bit longer, where Rick revealed his past, and the two grew closer. Julie ended up kidnapped by Cyn, so Rick saved her in sacrifice of his own freedom and life. Julie confessed her feelings and begged Rick not to do it, insisting she wasn't worth it. Rick went ahead anyways, and Julie was taken back to Earth. He escaped anyways, and returned to Earth, where he reunited with Julie, and they made love together, officially ending up as a couple.

Julie and Rick continued to spend time together, having their first date and bonding even further, until Cyn returned, intent on killing Rick. The two fought, and it ended with Rick thinking Cyn had killed Julie, so he killed him in return. After learning she was still alive, Rick was more than grateful and cried tears of joy. When Julie awoke from consciousness, she and Rick talked together, where Julie learned what happened.

He ended up moving in with her, where she began doing her best to improve his mental and physical health, as well as better him as a person.

As a mother, Julie was very loving and caring towards her daughter despite her growing sociopathic tendencies. In fact, Julie wasn’t the least bit scared of Beth, even Rick was scared of her to some extent, and many of the neighborhood kids. At the most, she was just a bit weary. She always looked after her daughter and they were very close. She knew Beth admired her and wanted to be like her, and Julie helped and supported her daughter all the way through.

After Rick left in 1994, Julie grew depressed and lonely, only staying around for her daughter’s sake. When Beth became pregnant in 1997, Julie was disappointed, but still supported and cared for her during her pregnancy. She lived to see the birth of her granddaughter Summer, and even helped Beth take care of her. Early the next year, Julie died, when she was only 46 years old, of heart problems. Tropes

Damsel in Distress-Julie is kidnapped, and rescued by Rick

Pacifist-Julie hates violence

World’s Most Beautiful Woman-She is constantly described as being beautiful by most characters

Fool for Love-Julie is usually smart, but love can make her act foolish

In Love With Love-Julie is a hopeless romantic

Cute Bookworm-She’s cute, and she likes reading

Shrinking Violet-Julie is very shy and quiet

The Quiet One-Speaks for itself

Purity Personified-You can’t get more pure than Julie

All-Loving Hero-She loves everyone

I Am Not Pretty-Julie’s self-confidence issues make her doubt her beauty

Obliviously Beautiful-Everyone thinks Julie is beautiful...except for Julie herself

Nice Girl- Speaks for itself

Adorkable-She's an adorable dork

Heart Trauma-Cause of death is heart problems

Cuddle Bug-She loves hugging people, at least those she is close to

Age Progression

Child

As a child, Julie was very shy, timid, quiet and sensitive. She was still a sweet, kind girl, even back then and liked helping others if she could. Julie was a happy, innocent child that liked reading books and looking at the stars with her parents. Regardless, she was also bullied in her childhood, cementing her poor self-image and self-confidence issues later on in life.

Her love of romance and her hopeless romantic personality, stems from her childhood. She adored the love her parents shared, and liked to hear the story of how they fell in love all the time. Her mother would also read her stories featuring romance.

Julie grew up in a time were girls were expected to be housewives and mothers when they grew up, and Julie accepted this. She had her own dolls that she would pretend to be the mother of, and would do things like feeding them, rocking them or tucking them into bed. She dreamed of what her future husband would be like, imagining a dashing handsome man who would sweep her off her feet and kiss her.

Preteen

This is when Julie went through her “boys crazy” phase. She was even more interested in boys than in the past, but found herself too shy to talk to any.

She also loved listening to popular singers at the time like “The Beach Boys”, Elvis Presley and “The Rolling Stones”.

Teenager

Even with all the changes that come with the teenage years, Julie remained as sweet and kind as ever. The most that changed in her personality was her desire for her more independence, her parents were a bit hesitant but eventually accepted. Also being a teenage girl in the 1960s, she was a big of “The Beatles”, but also liked other groups too like “The Rolling Stones”, Bob Dylan and “The Jimi Hendrix Experience”.

This is the point when Julie saw that maybe she didn’t need to be a housewife and mother, as women were gaining more rights and freedoms. Julie decided she wanted to be a mother, but also gained an interest in becoming a nurse, and wondered if she could keep that career up and not have to stay as a housewife. In school, she was still expected to take courses about cooking, domestic work and home finances, she had no issue with this and she saw it as useful.

Young Adult

Upon reaching her young adult years, Julie headed off to university and got her degree in nursing. She also dated here and there. When she returned home, she found out her parents had bought her a new house, which Julie moved into. But on her parents visit, they got into a severe car accident on the way there, killing them both. This spiraled Julie, who was only 24 years old, to have her problems of self-confidence and self-image worsen.

Eventually, at 27, Julie met Rick, and found herself becoming immensely happier. He brought out the best in her, genuinely made her happy and she fell in love. They ended up marrying and she gave birth to their first and only child, Beth.

In terms of personality, this is when Julie's problems bubbled to the surface and just became worse, only alleviated when she got with Rick. Despite her initial woes, she did become happy with her life.

Middle-Aged

The first few years were happy, but after Rick left mysteriously, Julie was never the same. She became depressed, lonely and withdrawn, spending a long time sulking alone in her and Rick’s room.

Despite this, Julie still remained a good, caring and involved mother. She helped Beth and supported her as best as she could (despite Beth hating her and blaming her for Rick leaving) until her death at 46.

Elderly

Julie doesn't always make it here, but in the realities where she does, she’s very happy and content with her life. She’s still happily married and embraces her role as a grandma, she helps give Morty and Summer advice, remains an involved mom with her daughter Beth, who she has reconciled with, and a loving wife to Rick. She’s also the only one that doesn’t keep putting down Jerry. Relationships

Rick Sanchez

Rick and Julie share a very close and intimate relationship. They bond they share is strong and unbreakable.

These two bring out the best in each other, and Rick believes that Julie is the only person who truly understands him. So he tends to be possessive of Julie, and worries someone will try to take her from him. He isn’t controlling, and doesn’t care about Julie having male friends, but he makes it clear Julie is his and his only. They know each other better than anyone. Rick has made Julie more confident in herself, and Julie has made Rick softer/gentler/kinder and more calm and easygoing.

Julie and Rick also help each other with their problems, and in a natural way as well. They don't force each other to change, they let things happen slowly. Julie makes sure Rick takes care of himself properly and makes him brush his teeth, or makes sure he sleeps long enough or is eating enough as well. Rick in turn helps Julie grow more confident in herself and become more assertive and stronger.

The two met in mid-1978(this is copied from the history part, sorry) when Julie was coming home from a friend’s house. Rick was running away from the Fyralogin Empire when he stumbled into Julie after coming out of his portal gun. He had been shot in the leg, so Julie offered to help him, which he accepted and stayed at her house for a few days until the wound healed. After his leg was better, they still kept in contact and were now friends.

One day, Cyn, a general from the Fyralogian Empire, arrived on Earth to take back the fuel source Rick had stolen. A fight ensued, and after it, Rick had angrily told Julie to leave, and instantly regretted it. He apologized the next day, and took her a gemstone planet where he got her a crystal rose. Rick also helped Julie’s confidence boost by assuring her there was nothing wrong with sticking to the gender roles. This burst of confidence helped Julie to stand up to Cyn after he shot Rick, the next time Cyn came to Earth.

After that incident, Rick and Julie left Earth to hide away somewhere, arriving on Glorf and being taken in by two alien siblings named Oran and Tyla. They remained on the planet for a few weeks, bonding and growing closer. Julie found herself becoming more confident, but after Oran insulted and slapped her, Julie’s confidence fell down a bit. Rick managed to comfort her, making Julie feel better. During this time, they also went to a nightclub together, where they sang and danced together, increasing Julie’s confidence again.

Julie asked to return to Earth after feeling homesick, so Rick allowed her to go. They both missed each other dearly while they were separated. Julie ended up masturbating while thinking about Rick, while he killed Tyla and Oran for Julie's sake. When she returned, they snuggled and watched the stars together, before Rick kissed her.

They stayed on Glorf a little bit longer, where Rick revealed his past, and the two grew closer. Julie ended up kidnapped by Cyn, so Rick saved her in sacrifice of his own freedom and life. Julie confessed her feelings and begged Rick not to do it, insisting she wasn't worth it. Rick went ahead anyways, and Julie was taken back to Earth. He escaped anyways, and returned to Earth, where he reunited with Julie, and they made love together, officially ending up as a couple.

Julie and Rick continued to spend time together, having their first date and bonding even further, until Cyn returned, intent on killing Rick. The two fought, and it ended with Rick thinking Cyn had killed Julie, so he killed him in return. After learning she was still alive, Rick was more than grateful and cried tears of joy. When Julie awoke from consciousness, she and Rick talked together, where Julie learned what happened.

He ended up moving in with her, where she began doing her best to improve his mental and physical health, as well as better him as a person.

After getting married in 1979, they still remained close, and had their daughter Beth in 1980. When Julie began working that same year, they couldn’t see each other as much as they wished, so they were always happy to be together. Julie helped Rick look after Beth as the years passed, and was unaware of the existence of “Froopyland”. Through all these years, they still remained deeply in love with each other.

When Rick left in 1994, Julie still loved him and missed him deeply. She waited for him until her death. On her deathbed, she proclaimed her love for him. Even now after her death, Rick still secretly is in love with her and misses her all the time. He continues to remain sexually active and had that brief relationship with Unity, twice, to try and get over her....hasn't worked so well.

Tropes

Opposites Attract-Julie is kind, loving and pure. Rick is an asshole who hates others and has seen too much. Despite their differences, they’re meant for each other.

All Girls Want Bad Boys-Rick is not a nice guy, far from it, and is a criminal. Julie loves him anyways

Love Redeems-Julie’s kindness has managed to soften Rick’s cold and hard heart.

Brooding Boy, Gentle Girl-Rick is pretty brooding, Julie is gentle. She gives him space and allows his growth to be natural and slow

Inconvenient Attraction-Rick is annoyed by his own feelings.

Operation:Jealousy-Rick can’t help but be jealous, even when they weren’t together

You Are Worth Hell-Rick will go through all odds just for Julie’s sake

Flowers of Romance-Rick gives Julie a crystal rose, which is a symbol for their love.

Beth Smith

Julie was always a loving, caring mother figure to her daughter, and only child, Beth.

Ever since she was a teenager, Julie knew she wanted to be a mother. But she decided to wait until she was married, which she did in 1979. A year after in 1980, she became pregnant and gave birth to her and Rick’s daughter Beth at age 29.

Because of the laws at the time, Julie was only able to take 6 weeks off from work, but she made those 6 weeks count. Julie looked after Beth the best she could, and even taught Rick how to properly look after their baby. As Beth grew older, Julie always remained a kind and loving mother. She helped her daughter with her dreams, and was always supportive and understanding. However, Beth didn’t appreciate her, she saw Julie as mundane, boring and unremarkable compared to Rick. This broke Julie’s heart, and despite her attempts to bond with Beth, it never worked.

After Rick left, Beth blamed it on Julie, saying her mother’s “boringness’ caused Rick to leave her. She fought with her mom, hated her and blamed her for all her problems. When Julie died, Beth was sad and did mourn her, but still held resentment towards her. Because Jerry was also similar to Julie, this furthered her dislike for Jerry. She never truly appreciated her.

Jerry Smith

Julie was upset that Jerry had gotten Beth pregnant, but never harbored any resentment towards him. She wanted Beth to be happy, and hoped she and Jerry would have a good life together. Jerry had been a bit weary of Julie at first because he was scared of her possible reaction, but was relieved to see she was kind and gentle.

He was happy to have her as his mother-in-law, and thought she would be a good role model for Summer. After her death, Jerry was saddened, and tried to comfort Beth as much as he could.

Summer Smith

Summer doesn't remember her grandmother, as Julie died when she was still a baby. But in the short time they knew each other, Julie adored her granddaughter and would help Beth take care of her at times.

Vivian Curtis

Vivian and Julie have known each since they were babies, with their mothers even be best friends for years. They have always been close with each other, and have always been supportive of the other as well.

Vivian has always tended to be a bit critical of Julie, usually regarding her choices and boyfriends. She was particularly unhappy with Rick and Julie’s relationship, thinking of Rick as nothing more than a dangerous criminal. But eventually, she got over it as always.

Mark Norris

Julie was introduced to Mark when they were teenagers. She and him instantly became friends from then on. After Mark was rescued, he began living with Julie and her parents. It was from there that they developed a brother-sister relationship that remains strong.

Mark is the most supportive towards Julie of all her friends. He gets angry when someone demeans her, and always jumps her defence. She goes to him for advice, and he always tries to help as best he can

Tropes

Like Brother and Sister-Mark and Julie are very close. They love each other, but not in the romantic sense. They love each other as the siblings they never had instead.

Platonic Life Partners-They are best friends. It's better that way.

Extras

MBTI:ISFP

Alliance:Neutral Good

Astrological Sign:Taurus(May 16th)

Temperament: Phlegmatic

Enneagram Type:The Helper

Character Archetypes:Caretaker, Introvert, Samaritan

Introvert/Extrovert/Ambivert: Introverted

Optimistic or Pessimistic: Optimistic

Daredevil or Cautious:Cautious

Logical or Emotional:Emotional

Working or Relaxing:Relaxing

Night owl or Early bird:Early bird

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat:Methodical and neat

Symbol:Heart

Native Language:English

Spoken Languages: Other than English, Julie knows a bit of Spanish from Rick and various alien languages

Julie has very neat handwriting, and can easily write in cursive if need be. When out in public, Julie walks around a bit nervously but otherwise, her movement is normal and upright. Occasionally, she does cover her face a bit. She also tends to clap when excited, and twirls her hair with her fingers when being shy, or thinking about someone she's in love with.

Interests/Hobbies

Julie loves reading, it's her favourite pastime and she's been reading since she was able to. Her room has a shelf filled with books, and she has a few more books in her living room. Her favourite genre is romance, but she also likes adventure, sci-fi and fantasy stories. She likes classic romance novels such as Pride and Prejudice and A Room With A View, but also more modern love stories(for the 70s..) and likes reading books that have hot muscular guys on the cover. She also doesn’t mind erotica either..

Julie strangely also has a fondness for video games. Since she first played Pong back when it was released into arcades, she thought it was the coolest thing ever and has been hooked since. She owns an Atari 2600 console and has a Pong console too.

She also likes space, and loves looking up at the stars. Living more in the city outskirts, Julie gets a better view of the stars. Her love for it stemmed back into her childhood, when she would sit on a blanket at night and watch the stars with her parents.  She loves learning new things from Rick, and learning in general, and their adventures together. She is fascinated by the things they come across, like a crystal/gemstone planet or a planet with two moons. She has a big curiosity for the multiverse after all.

Being a nurse, Julie also has an interest in biology and medical stuff. She has no aversion to things like blood or needles/syringes either, and is excellent at properly looking after people, including herself. She keeps a first-aid kit in her home.

Julie is also a girly girl and so she likes dressing in pretty, feminine outfits. She also loves shopping, especially for clothes. Despite being very feminine and girly, she still doesn't mind getting dirty, and loves adventures and exploring.

She also loves to cook and bake food. She learned from her mother how to at a young age, and has loved it ever since.

Trivia

Julie was originally named Tatiana, it was changed to be an English name(jokes on me, Julie actually I found out is French, but its been used in the English-speaking world since the early 20th century so who cares).

Julie only started out as a design for Rick’s wife, then she developed a personality and well...here we are.

She is the only OC of mine to be paired up with a canon character.

Julie was originally not supposed to die, but instead to live and run away, becoming some kind of badass bounty hunter type. This was changed because keeping her alive was more realistic.

Julie’s original birth year was 1949, then it got moved to 1950 before I finally decided on 1951.

Name Meanings and Origins

Julie/Juliana

Both Julie and Juliana are English names meaning “descendant of Jupiter”. Jupiter was the leader of the Roman gods, and the god of sky and lightning. Julie is the French form of Julia, but has been used in the English-speaking world since the 20th century. Juliana is the feminine form of Julius(Iulianus).

Julie and Juliana both have origins in Ancient Rome, when it was “Iulia” (the letter j didn't exist yet). It has been used in England since the 18th century alongside its other form Gillian.

Juliana was the name of a saint and martyr from 14th century Nicomedia, Blessed Juliana of Norwich. She was also a mystic and author. Juliana was also the name of a 20th century queen from the Netherlands.

Lillian

English name meaning “lilly”.

This name has two possible origins. Either as a diminutive of Elizabeth, or an elaborated form of Lilly. It has been in use in England since the 1500s.

Kenyon

Irish surname meaning “little wolf”.

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Throne of Night Theory Builds Part 5: The Drow Demon Binder of Book 4

Continuing the posts of wondering what the builds of certain encounters would be for this AP, here’s a drow queen that has at least two demons under her command.

Like the other post, this uses only OGL material. I had discussed things with the Paizo legal team (it was suggested I do so and it’s good that I did), and to do this without any legal issues from their side, I would have to abide by the same rules that Gary did. I’m okay with that. However, Kickstarter is out of their jurisdiction so they couldn’t comment on anything further regarding that. I’m still being careful of what information I’m sharing (despite it being six years later and most of the public now has access to the updates anyhow).

Also, I didn’t note this in the last one, but any monsters that don’t change stats and are directly part of the encounters, I’ll just link them directly. Summons don’t count though as that can change from GM to GM. Tactics can be ignored if the NPCs have gained information about the party and this would cause them to act differently.

For space reasons, cropping the encounter build.

Again, all images shared here were done by the forever fantastic and amazingly talented Michael D. Clarke, aka SpiralMagus.

EDIT: Cleaned up the stats and fixed the broken link.

Book 4 discussed entering the drow city, for whatever reason that may be. It could finally be time for revenge for the drow siblings or maybe the dwarves wish to finally avenge the svirfneblin back in Book 1. Either way, the party enters here, take on an arena with spider riders and confront drow royalty that looks exactly like a dark elf version of a marilith. Both of these I’ve done previously, and have linked to those blog posts.

The situation here is that the party encounters the queen after they witness what looks to be some kind of civil war between drow families. One side are all regular drow surrounded by darkness, while the other is surrounded by flames and winged demons. My assumption is that you side with one of the two warring factions.

Ignoring that one or two of the encounters might include drow troops, I’m jumping straight to the main course. In Way of the Wicked, this same spot was a CR 18 encounter. Unfortunately, the picture doesn’t tell the entire story because no matter how I try, I can’t balance it that high without adding in a fourth party that’s not in the picture.

Meet Queen Alyarra Aleanmtor. Her name literally means “Legendary Queen of the noble line of the Abyss.” I used this generator. She’s described as a merciless monarch who wants to rule over everything, and wants to destroy the empire the party is trying to create.

Thinking about the drow side of the AP, I thought it’d also be interesting if she was also the antagonist that was responsible for their mother’s death and their banishment. It’d be a great story beat if that was the case so they could finally get their revenge on her. If this wasn’t the case in the original story, then it definitely should be now.

The best part of this build is I even got to use a feat from Fire Mountain Games Book 5 (which I’ll attach a link to it). I’m assuming that he would have used at least something from his previous publication. It’d be too sad to have made those feats, class archetypes, items, and spells only to have them appear once. This all takes place in the same universe, after all.

Don’t forget to add the +2 hp/HD for any and all demons the queen summons with summoning spells. As well, as the extra +1 for Superior Summoning and bonus to stats for Augmented Summoning (which grants even more hp) or all creatures summoned.

QUEEN ALYARRA ALEANMTOR OF HOUSE UNDORIEL   (CR 16; 76,800 XP) Female blasphemous covenant drow noble conjurer (teleportation) 16 CE Medium humanoid (elf) Init +8; Senses darkvision 120 ft., see invisibility; Perception +3 DEFENSE AC 19, touch 15, flat-footed 15 (+4 armor, +1 deflection, +4 dodge) hp 110 (16d6+52) Fort +6, Ref +9, Will +11; +2 vs. enchantments, +2 vs. continuing effects Immune sleep; Resist fire 30; SR 27 Weakness light blindness OFFENSE Speed 30 ft. Melee mwk staff +8 (1d6–1) Arcane School Spell-Like Abilities (CL 16th; concentration +22)   10/day—shift   At will—dimensional steps (480 feet/day) Conjurer Spells Prepared (CL 16th; concentration +22)   8th—maze, quickened wall of fire, summon monster VIII   7th—caustic eruption (R-DC 25), quickened fireball (R-DC 24), quickened haste, reach mass bull's strength, summon monster VII (usually shadow demons)   6th—conjure black pudding, globe of invulnerability, greater dispel magic, planar ally (already cast; hezrou), quickened acid arrow   5th—acidic spray (R-DC 23), cone of cold (R-DC 22), hungry pit (R-DC 23), reach greater invisibility, wall of force, whip of centipedes   4th—acid pit (R-DC 22), black tentacles, greater invisibility, solid fog, touch of slime (F-DC 22), wall of ice   3rd—displacement, fireball (R-DC 20), mad monkeys, rain of frogs, slow (W-DC 20), stinking cloud (F-DC 21), twilight knife   2nd—acid arrow, create pit (R-DC 20), glitterdust (W-DC 20), mirror image, see invisibility (already cast), resist energy, web (R-DC 20)   1st—grease (DC 19), heightened awareness, magic missile (2), mudball (DC R-19), shield, vanish   0 (at will)—mending, message, read magic, resistance Opposition Schools enchantment, necromancy Spell-Like Abilities (CL 16th; concentration +19)   Constant—detect magic   At will—dancing lights, deeper darkness, faerie fire, feather fall, levitate   1/day—divine favor, dispel magic, suggestion (DC 16) Hedge Wizard Cloak Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st)   At will—acid splash, prestidigitation   1/day—mage armor, unseen servant TACTICS Before Combat Queen Alyarra casts mage armor from her cloak, then heightened awareness, resist energy (fire), and see invisibility. If there’s time, she casts greater false life from her scroll. During Combat On the first few rounds, Queen Alyarra casts mass hold person and quickened fireball, before dropping them into a pit spell or hitting them with black tentacles. Afterwards, she summons as many allies to the front lines as possible while her demon bodyguards protect her and attack anyone who gets too close. Queen Alyarra starts with summon monster VIII, calling greater fire elementals, surrounding as many targets as she can and using a quickened wall of fire to trap as many creatures with the elementals. Anyone heavily armored becomes the target of her maze spell, with healers being a prime candidate. Arcane casters have the best chance of inhibiting her summons and countering her spells, so she targets them with quickened acid arrow and mudball, hoping to blind them, then using globe of invulnerability to make them ineffective against her.

In following rounds, she turns invisible and buffs her allies with her quickened haste, reach bull’s strength and reach greater invisibility, before using levitate to survey the battleground. Using her wall spells to control the fight, Queen Alyarra traps opponents and summons shadow demons with summon monster VII, or frogs and monkeys, to battle those within her created barriers. If anyone turns invisible, she hits them with faerie fire or glitterdust. Queen Alyarra never stays in one place for too long, utilizing her shift ability as best as she can.

If forced into melee combat, she casts displacement, and mirror image, then divine favor, and summons a twilight knife and whip of centipedes to attack the would-be attackers. Morale Queen Alyarra does not fear death thanks to her aegis of recovery and countless summoned minions. If the aegis is used to keep her alive, she calls her summons to protect her. Her pride does not allow her to leave the battle, and fights to the death. Base Statistics Without greater false life and heightened awareness, Queen Alyarra’s stats are hp 90; Senses Perception +1; Skills all Knowledge skills are 2 lower. STATISTICS Str 8, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 24, Wis 12, Cha 16 Base Atk +8; CMB +7; CMD 26 Feats Augment Summoning, Contract Master (FMG #5), Craft StaffB, Improved Initiative, Quicken SpellB, Reach SpellB, Spell Focus (conjuration), Scribe ScrollB, Spell Penetration, Superior Summoning, True Name (greater planar binding [nalfeshnee], planar binding [glabrezu]) Skills Appraise +17, Diplomacy +19, Fly +11, Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, history, local, nature, nobility, religion) +22, Knowledge (planes) +27, Linguistics +15, Sense Motive +17, Spellcraft +20 Languages Aboleth, Abyssal, Aklo, Common, Draconic, Drow Sign Language, Dwarven, Elven, Gnome, Skis'raal, Terran, Undercommon SQ arcane bond (staff), compression (belt), summoner’s charm (8 rounds) Combat Gear scroll of greater false life, scroll of mass hold person, acid (2); Other Gear ring of protection +1 (signet ring), Aleanmtor Crown (acts as a headband of vast intelligence +4 [Diplomacy, Sense Motive]), aegis of recovery, belt of the weasel, cloak of the hedge wizard (conjuration), jaunt boots, spellguard bracers, staff of speaking (bonded object), ring of counterspells, spell component pouch, traveling spell book (contains all prepared spells plus all Core cantrips, scorching ray, whip of spiders, and fly) SPECIAL ABILITIES Blasphemous Covenant (Ex) Since their twisted beginnings, the drow have consorted with demons. Some drow have strong ties with these creatures and may call upon ancient and obscene associations to sway demonic cooperation. Drow with this racial trait gain a +2 bonus on Diplomacy checks made against unbound creatures with the demon subtype. Furthermore, demons conjured with any summon spell gain +2 hit points per Hit Die. Lastly, the cost of bribes or offerings for any planar ally spell cast by these drow to summon a demon is reduced by 20%. This racial trait replaces keen senses and poison use.

--name means “legendary queen of the noble line of the abyss”

UL'GUTH XELGRARITH   (CR 14; XP 38,400) Nalfeshnee

VOROK BASTROR    (CR 13; XP 25,600) Glabrezu

TOZZAN    (CR 11; XP 12,800) Hezrou

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And that’ll do it at this time. If I come up with anything else that needs stats, I’ll probably do another one of these. We’ll see though.

These are my own designs for how I thought things would go, and can be changed or ignored entirely. It was just something I wanted to do for myself. The itch has been scratched for the time being.

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Omg can you tell us stuff about your ocs? :)

yes always !! pls never be shy to ask abt my children I love them all very much and I am always down to talk about them :’) 

(this is going to get kind of long I can tell u that right now)

Shiro: Male/18/Dragon

My main boy!! I love him!! He’s the one on the far right in this post for photo ref,, don’t let that picture fool you he’s like 5′4. 

About Shiro: His family served the crown so he and his brother were raised as assassins/guards however their training methods were…questionable to put it lightly. So to speak, he’s really powerful but has also killed a lot of people and has a significantly unstable mental state. He and Eden are childhood friends but their relationship has changed drastically over time due to Plot. Between his shitty family, his home being destroyed, his brother dying and Eden’s shenanigans Shiro’s been through a lot but he’s nothing if not resilient. Personality-wise he has a really hard time opening up to people and can be a bit distant and cold but if u can get past all that he’s soft and kind (but could still probably kill you if he wanted to) 

Fun facts: he’s hecka gay for Luca and is scared to death of water after almost drowning as a kid

Luca: Male/18/Human

I haven’t done recent art of him so oops,, he’s got sandy blond hair and the warmest brown eyes u could imagine. soft boy. I’ll draw him eventually. 

About Luca: He’s the second prince of the kingdom that overthrew Shiro’s kingdom so that makes things awkward right off the bat. But it’s ok because Luca’s kingdom also fell and his family was executed and it’s all a big mess so now they have something else in common. Nice. He knows how to fight but he’s an average fighter at best and he’s too quick to spare enemies which gets really annoying really quickly when you’re trying to win a war. Luca’s royal upbringing makes him cool and collected and overall just really pleasant to be around, however it’s probably just a farce and he’s alone and overwhelmed and scared out of his mind, constantly. Give him a hug he needs one. 

Fun facts: a really good doctor!! spent most of his time as a prince hiding from his prince-jobs and helping out in the infirmary 

Eden: Male/18 /Dragon turned demon (immortal, can die but doesn’t age) 

This Asshole,,, I’ve never drawn him either but he’s got coppery-brown hair, tan skin, and golden eyes. (Demons have gold eyes in this world, I make the rules. Eden’s used to be brown) 

About Eden: He wasn’t always this way let me just put that out there. Growing up, his family was really poor so he resorted to stealing and scamming to get by, that’s sort of how he met Shiro. He’s always been really anxious but covers it up with copious amounts of humour, and now he covers it up even more by being a manipulative asshole. Side note, to become a demon a dragon has to give up their name, and therefore give up their shot at the afterlife/reincarnation–most do it in exchange for power + immortality, which is what Eden did to try and protect his siblings. It didn’t exactly work out; they’re dead and Eden’s personality is all over the place and he plays off Shiro’s trauma to get him to do what he wants. Still, every now and then his old self will pop in for a visit and it makes things that much harder tbh. Despite everything, he’s managed to hold on to his humour a bit, maybe his jokes have gotten a little darker and harder to catch but he makes it work. 

Fun facts: all assholery aside, he’s really good at cheap card tricks

Maia: Female/17/Human

Maia’s on the left in this post, again she is much shorter than she looks. She’s the smallest of my ocs lmao she’s like 5 feet even. 

About Maia: I don’t have a lot of her backstory sorted out yet but she and Ronan are twins and used to be part of a circus group before joining up with Luca and co. Her personality is the only big thing about her, she’s fiery and a bit extra but also just a very friendly person in general. Also did I mention that she’s gay as hell? She’s gay as hell. She tends to get a little too caught up in the heat of the moment a lot of the time but she knows how to be serious when it’s needed. She and Luca have your standard “sibling” relationship lmao; they’re either best friends or mortal enemies there is no in between. It’s mostly her being too eager to rush into things and Luca not being eager enough. It’s a nice balance. Long story short: everyone loves Maia. 

Fun facts: when she first saw Shiro she tried to hit on him because she thought he was a girl. 

Ronan: Male/17/Human

Again, no art. It’s a bit easier for me to picture him since I know what Maia looks like already. He’s not terribly tall but not tiny like his sister, maybe 5′6 or 5′7. He’s got a slightly darker skin tone, less freckles, and a more brownish tint to his hair. Same hazel-y gold eyes. 

About Ronan: I feel bad because he is easily my least-developed character. I know next to nothing about him except that he and Maia are a tag team both in their performances and in combat; he’s quite skilled with knives. 

Fun facts: He and Yanmei have such a pure and wholesome platonic relationship I love their dynamic

Yanmei: Female/18/Human

She’s in the middle here! She’s probably the same height as Shiro, if not taller. 

About Yanmei: She’s not super developed either….she escaped from a pleasure house where she was forced to work since she was young; one night she just up and killed one of her clients and ran away. She’s ace as fuck, and very very sex-repulsed. She’s got kind of a strict, disciplined look about her but she’s not nearly as scary as she seems. A big sweetheart.

Fun facts: I haven’t completely worked out the details yet but she can see spirits!!

Lee: Male/19/Human

He’s probably my tallest oc, not so sure how tall. Maybe 6 feet? heck if I know. I should know. He’s got blue eyes, red hair, and a temper to match.

About Lee: If I had to say one thing about Lee it’s that he’s loyal to a fault. He’s decided to dedicate his life to Luca after Luca saved his sick mother’s life when she was on her deathbed. He sees himself as responsible for everything Luca does and will absolutely fight you if you try anything to hurt him, ever. Thing is, he thinks he’s stronger than he actually is and gets kind of quiet and indignant when faced with someone stronger than him. He’s like “I want to fight but I know I’ll lose so I’ll just sit here and brood and glare at you a lot.” That being said, he reeeeally does not like Shiro at all and goes way out of his way to show it. He’s never physically fought Shiro because he doesn’t have a death wish but he absolutely would if he could without dying. 

Fun facts: He can not flirt for the life of him. Maia and Eden exploit this fact daily. 

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MORRISON: WINTER 1995

When Jeni finally returned from Africa, she was no longer the innocent, naïve, pudgy-faced college student that she had once been. Mom and Don and Adam and I all drove to snowy Chicago to pick her up at the airport. Her flight came in rather late in the evening, and I don’t really remember the night very well, but there is a photograph of the three siblings that helps things: Adam and Jeni and I are all in front of a large, floor-to-ceiling window in the airport, a waist-high railing running along the window’s length behind us. No planes or vehicles are visible outside; everything beyond the glass is blackened by the night sky. Adam is squinting in the flash of the camera over on the far right side of the shot; he is definitely much too far in the foreground to have been caught there purposely by the photographer, who was more than likely our mother.1 Adam looks young with his shaggy brown bowl-cut and baggy windbreaker—or I should say that he looks his age, as he was only seven—but the thinness of his face and his long arms and bony knees seems to suggest that he is or will soon be entering the first of many awkward life stages leading up to puberty. His already pale forehead and face are whitened even more so by the close flash of the camera, and distract from the actual subject of the photo, who was obviously supposed to be Jeni. I am in the center of the photograph, also distracting from Jeni but back behind her a bit, and unlike Adam, I am definitely locked firmly in the strong jaws of Father Puberty. My arms and legs don’t seem to fit my body, and my long pale face and tall forehead are spattered with red pimples. My shoulder-length blonde hair is tilted to the left, suggesting head movement, and my lips are twisting, contorting, coming out of a smile but not quite there yet. Jeni stands between Adam and I in a beautiful, hand-knit, African-looking hooded sweater, her face far more tan than Adam’s or mine, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Both Jeni and I have our arms held out awkwardly, away from our torsos and pointed towards each other, but flaccid—we aren’t reaching for each other, but have just finished a hug and are pulling away. Everything about the photo says, “a bit too late on this one.” A classic mistake in many of Mom’s photographs.

I was taken aback at how skinny and tan Jeni was when we first saw her emerge from the tunnel that night. Her hair was bleached out from the sun, and her eyes were a light and stunningly radiant blue. She smelled of exotic oils, and hugged us all and told us repeatedly how glad she was to be home, then Adam and I mentioned that she probably wanted to eat some good ol’ American fast food, having eaten mostly Ugali for the past two years.2 Whether Jeni actually wanted fast food or not, she went along with the whole thing. We went to McDonald’s or Burger King or Arby’s or Wendy’s. Or maybe it was Taco Bell, though it’s questionable how American Taco Bell is. Taco Bell isn’t Mexican or American. It isn’t anything. 

I remember sitting in that McDonald’s or Arby’s or Burger King or Taco Bell or Wendy’s, watching Jeni as she told us stories of disabling sickness and schoolhouse drama and wildlife safaris and fighting with local tribes over the building of her schoolhouse. She seemed a lot different to me: more independent, more confident, and definitely more boastful. Boastful in a good way, though. She wasn’t trying to impress as she always had when she was a teenager. She was self-assured, and it fit her well.

There are a couple particular stories Jeni told that first week that she was home that I either exaggerated to my friends as a child and lied about enough to actually believe them, or that actually happened and have stuck with me because of just how strange and alien to my sheltered and conservative American existence they had been up to that point. Whether I have been lying about them for all of these years or not, they have most definitely become so ingrained in my second hand memories of Jeni in Africa that they have become true to me, and I’ll even find myself telling them now that I am an adult, even though I have never actually confirmed whether they actually happened or not since reaching an age when I have learned that one doesn’t need to make things up in order to tell a good story.

The first story involved a cheetah and a local tribesman on a rainy July evening. Jeni was living in a very small, rural village at the time. The sun had set, and she was asleep in her windowless hut—the wind howling through the fields outside, rustling the eucalyptus trees—the rain pattering on her tin roof. She was awakened to a young tribesman peeking through her window, hissing at her.

“Psst!” he hissed. “Psst!”

“What?” she whispered, rolling over on her cot and pulling her blanket up to her chin. One can only imagine the thoughts rolling through her head—thoughts of murder, robbery, rape. “What do you want?”

“There is a cheetah on your roof,” the young man whispered back, straining his hoarse voice to be heard over the relentless rain. “Do not leave until I tell you it is okay.”

And that was that. A humid African night, Jeni lying awake on her cot, a young tribesman standing in her window, and a member of the fastest species of mammal in the world crouching on her roof in the rain, hoping one of them would run from the hut so it could give chase and have itself a hot meal. Jeni lay there for hours, her breaths short and quick, her muscles tense, but eventually she did fall asleep. She awoke in the morning to find the cheetah and the tribesman gone.

The second story involved Jeni’s first safari—an amazing journey that brought us pictures of baboons, elephants, giraffes and hippopotami, rhinoceros and zebras, wildebeests, hyenas, and gazelles, crocodiles, bison, and aardvarks. Jeni was in a bus with a dozen other people—mostly English tourists, but a few locals—and a short distance away, just across a wide open field, there were a few elephants walking across the horizon. The group was ogling the elephants and snapping pictures, when the safari guide turned and made a little yelping noise that was obviously an expression of concern. They all turned to find that behind them, on the other side of the bus, was another slightly smaller elephant—a “juvenile male,” the guide said—and he was obviously separated from his herd and not very happy about it. He was flapping his ears and shaking his head, grunting and stomping his front feet and making a whole bunch of racket.

The tour guide told the bus driver to stop creeping forward, and he told everyone else to sit down and stay still as he sat and reached down to the floor under his seat to grab a very, very large gun and a box of shells. “Just in case,” he said, smiling nervously. Then, before anyone could even register what was happening, the elephant trumpeted loudly and charged at the bus with its head held high and its ears sticking straight out to the sides, and the guide dropped his box of shells and everyone on the bus screamed and dove to the side of the bus that was furthest from the elephant, where they buried their heads in each others’ armpits and laps and some of them said short, quick prayers (like “Fuck, Jesus,” and “Oh, God.”)

Miraculously, though, the elephant pulled up just before smashing his head into the bus, then turned abruptly to the side with a heaving huff. He walked around the bus, so slowly, and he was close enough that they could all hear him breathing and look into his one beady eye and smell the strong, musty smell emanating from his skin. And as he walked away toward the rest of his herd some of the tourists noticed a heavy secretion coming from his penis and a couple of them got a nervous chuckle out of that.

The best thing that happened to Jeni in Kenya, though, was that she found love, or at least a few years’ worth. Not two weeks after Jeni had returned from the wild and unpredictable Kenyan countryside, Don and I were again in the car, this time going to pick up Jeni’s new boyfriend from the train station in Rockford, Illinois. His name was Jez, and all Don or I knew about him was that he was an Englishman—born and raised in Manchester—and that he was “really very nice” and had a lot of tattoos.

Jeni and Jez’s meeting is quite the romantic story, actually: Jez worked construction for the Peace Corps, and had been building the schoolhouse that Jeni was teaching in the whole time she lived in that rural little village in Kenya. At 35, Jez was roughly ten years Jeni’s senior, and he was a man’s man—a big dude with shaggy blonde hair and a round beer belly, his sunburnt arms covered in tattoos, and he had a satellite radio in his hut so he could listen to his Manchester United football games, and he kept track of all the stats in all the games and had built himself a little board in his hut that had all the players and the teams on it represented by little multi-colored, laminated paper squares, so he could move them all around to show not only what the teams’ standing were, but also what players had the most goals and assists and shots on goal, etc.

Jeni and Jez had really hit it off, making all their meals together and drinking wine together and Jeni had probably even pretended to care about football, and had maybe tried to tell Jez about her love for American football and the Green Bay Packers, and Jez had probably raised his eyebrows and pretended to feign interest, but had scoffed at the idea of “American football” when Jeni wasn’t looking. I’m sure they had also done all sorts of things that I don’t want to think about because Jeni is my sister. Then, one day after Jeni had been there for about a year or so, Jeni’s old boyfriend from Illinois State University—that poor sucker—had come all the way out to Kenya to see her. I don’t even remember the guy’s name, but he was pretty much the definition of a stereotypical liberal college kid with his ponytail and his necklace and upper-middle-class parents and his open-collared shirts and perpetual Howard Zinn book tucked under his arm. The poor dude had literally spent thousands of hard-earned dollars that he had saved up working in the school library or Applebee’s or Starbucks or wherever the fuck college kids worked in the early ‘90s to take planes and a train and a bus or two out to the middle of nowhere to spend just a few days with Jeni, and Jeni had put up with him for a while, but then had pretty much told him to fuck off so she could be with Jez. Then, before Jeni had left Kenya forever, she had told Jez that he was welcome to come stay with her in the U.S. And now Jez was done with his stint in the Peace Corps as well, and was coming to live in Morrison with Jeni for a while, and Don and I were picking him up and feeling a bit nervous about the whole thing.

Jez wasn’t hard to spot at the train station, as he was the only guy standing around on the sidewalk who looked like he had absolutely no idea where he was or what he was doing there. The first thing I noticed about him was that he looked a lot dorkier and less tough than Jeni’s stories had made him seem. And he was wearing long sleeves to cover his tattoos, more than likely out of respect for our parents, I suppose. He shook Don’s hand very firmly and politely with an awkward look on his face, like he had just been caught taking a shit on the lawn or something. Then he shook my hand and smiled. He seemed really quite happy that I was there, as if he hadn’t wanted to face Don alone, which made sense, I guess. He was meeting Don for the first time, and was probably nervous as hell. He was, after all, not only coming to visit Jeni, but to live with her. That was no small business.

After that initial meet and greet, Jez didn’t say much in the car for the rest of the duration of our ride from Rockford to Morrison. He was a quiet guy in general. A shy type. But it didn’t take him long to adjust to our family, and before long he was helping Don with all of his projects around the house and at the hardware store, and he’d drink some beers at night and open up to Adam and I when we were alone. Over the course of the following few months, I got quite a few stories out of him—stories that influenced me more than anyone could have possibly known at the time, if only because they made me want to leave even more so than Jeni’s stories had—to just plain go and keep going.

Jez’s parents had been really awful, mean-spirited people, and he had dropped out of school and left his home in Manchester when he was only fourteen years old to travel around the world, looking for work. He did an absolutely stunning amount of things to make a buck throughout his teens and early twenties, but the only things I can remember—the things I will, in fact, never forget—are the completely outrageous ones, of which there were two.

When Jez was eighteen, he came to the United States for the first time. He had no money when he arrived, and hadn’t even left J.F.K. before he started looking for work, which he found immediately. A fat, balding man in a bad polyester suit had himself a little crew that was running this pretty smooth operation straight out of the airport. They would drive people’s cars across the country for them so the people didn’t have to pay to have them trucked or flown or taken by boat or whatever. The people would arrive by plane at their destinations, and a day or two later their car would arrive. They’d pay the driver a couple hundred bucks and reimburse him for gas, and that was it. Transaction completed. The driver would then decide whether to fly back to his original place of departure, or to find another car to drive to another destination. Apparently the polyester suit guy had connections at all the major airports. So the day Jez arrived at J.F.K. he had simply walked up to the guy, showed him his papers, and told him he was looking for work, and later on that very same afternoon he had a pocketful of cash and he was driving a Buick Skylark to Los Angeles. He drove all over the United States for the next couple years, saw most of the major cities and took in the scenery in several of our National Parks, and made some relatively decent money in the process.

Right before Jez joined the Peace Corps, he was working as a contractor for a construction company and moonlighting as a bartender, but he had found himself in a tough spot due to some outstanding gambling debts that were a holdover from his pool sharking days—the days that came shortly after his car transporting days, but before his manual labor days. In order to pay off his debts, Jez started to do weirder and weirder things for cash. The strangest thing he ever did—according to him, at least—was to offer himself up as a guinea pig for a drug company.

The way Jez told it, he lived for three months at this little clinic that resembled a nut house—white walls, white floors, barred windows, everyone either wearing lab coats and carrying clipboards or wearing white paper hospital gowns with a light floral pattern on them and looking nervous and/or genuinely insane. There were a few recreation rooms in the clinic that were furnished with couches, televisions, pool tables, dart boards, and the like, and each of those rec rooms had one wall lined with one-way mirrors, so the men and women in the room could be watched by the men and women with clipboards.

The whole point of this clinic was to test the side effects of certain drugs that were to be put out on the market the following year. Each morning, afternoon, and night, Jez and his fellow paper-gown-wearers were fed pills. Most of them would get a placebo, of course, but one person would get the real thing. Jez wasn’t sure what the drugs were, necessarily, but he said some of them were definitely some heavy shit.

“It was a dreadful bore most of the time,” he told me as we sat on the hot tar roof just outside my bedroom one day, smoking cigarettes. “We’d all wake up, eat this disgusting cafeteria breakfast, take a pill, then read the paper or watch the tellie or whatever and hope that we either got a placebo or something good—something that made us high—and not something that made us sick.” He laughed. “Sometimes, though, somebody would get a really wacky drug—really crazy shit—and they’d go mental. I was shooting pool with this bloke one night who was lining up a shot on the eight ball when he just dropped his stick, stood up straight, and then just wandered off. He had this blank look in his eyes—he was totally stoned.”

“Damn,” I said, laughing. “How much money were they paying you, anyway? Was it worth it even on the off chance that you might get brain damage or something?”

“I mean, it wasn’t THAT much. I don’t remember the exact amount. But it was a good amount. Enough for me to pay the bills, so I could use my money from building houses to pay off my debts before I went to Africa.”

So Jez went from driving cars to being a pool shark to working construction and bartending and acting as a guinea pig for drug companies in his free time, and he had several other odd jobs in there, as well—jobs that that he referred to as “too boring to mention.” Then he finally decided one day to do something productive—something for the good of humanity—and he joined the Peace Corps, where he met Jeni. And now this intrepid world traveler was moving to tiny little Morrison, Illinois.

Jeni and Jez moved into Don’s old apartment above True Value Hardware—the same apartment I had visited Don in with my mother as a little boy—and Jeni started substitute teaching around town. The plan was for them to both save money, and then move somewhere together. Pretty soon, though, they just decided to go ahead and get married so Jez could get his Visa.

The wedding was in our living room, and was very small and nice. Since I’m apparently on a photograph kick all of a sudden, I happen to still have a couple of pictures from the thing: one is of me standing between the two grandmas with my hands folded and a smart ass look on my face. I’m wearing a shirt and tie, some seriously baggy brown corduroys—the bigger the better was the trend among teenage skateboarder types at the time—and I have a belt with an alien head on the buckle. The other is of Jeni and Jez at the post-wedding dinner table, Jeni with her mouth wide open and a maraschino cherry on her tongue, and Jez looking genuinely horrified. The great thing about that shot in the context of this whole story is that Jez is on the far left of the picture, so far left that half his body is cut out of the shot, and—just like Adam in the airport picture I described earlier—he is much too far in the foreground. His glasses are nothing but a reflection of the flash—you can’t even see his eyes.

Another of Mom’s finest photographic efforts of a key family event.

After Jeni and Jez got married they moved up to Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where Jez got a job as a bartender and Jeni got a job teaching at a junior high school and began slowly working her way back to being a good ol’ hard-working American.

 Mom has always been a dedicated but hilariously inept photographer of family comings and goings. ↩︎

 Ugali is a cornmeal porridge, a staple starch eaten with almost everything in eastern and southern Africa. It is traditionally cooked to a doughy consistency so it can be picked up with the hands, rolled into a ball, and dipped into sauce or stew, or used to pick up meat. Adam and I had heard about ugali in Jeni’s letters, and we both definitely brought it up to show our big sister that we had been paying attention. ↩︎