#I have scent notes for every person in Birdie's pack along with the side characters who would get spin offs and what their spin offs are

[auspicioustidings]

Well since I have a few more hours of GMT posting where only my handful of fellow UK/Euro/Scandinavians will have to be annoyed by my nonsense, what a great time to talk about my silly little OCs!

So I have two sets because I have two stories in mind and since I like a large cast of characters who all love a fmc I cannot possibly get through them all in one post, so let me start with my fmcs and their general plot outline.

Emily Hart - a nurse in a fantasy-ish country. In this world, people either have arc-marks and thus a certain kind of magic, or they do not and thus have no magic (technically down the line they have magic to do with the spirit world but not relevant here). Those without marks are called blue wrens, named after a flightless type of bird. The country Emily lives in they don't really use their arc-marks. Most people don't ever activate them to find out what type of magic they have, and magic in general is used to drive innovation and create machines (her country is very much steampunk vibes). As such, she doesn't fully understand the animosity those in other places have for blue wrens.

War breaks out on the continent when one country's leader goes full genocidal maniac due to the fact that genetically, a child who has a blue wren parent is more likely to be a blue wren themselves. The story follows Emily as she first works in a hospital in her own country meeting people who have been injured in the war, then moves to a field hospital in an allied country. She winds up accompanying a team as a medic, getting captured, having her captors let her go, coming across a blue wren resistance near a country border, ending up in a POW camp herself and eventually being rescued during a liberation. It's very much a traumas of war story along with a story about her struggling to come to terms with the violence she has to enact and also building complicated relationships with both allies and enemies.

Birdie - my precious cinnamon roll. Little fat omega who was trafficked by the horrid woman running the children's home she was in when she perfumed at 12 and sold to something called the Alpha Excellence Lab (leaving behind 2 childhood friends that she was sure would be her pack and surprise they eventually are in it). This place creates something called Regent Alphas which are more dominant and can bark other alphas. They use Birdie as part of their process without the alphas ever knowing she is a prisoner. She tries to escape when she's younger but is betrayed and so badly punished that she doesn't try it again.

Skip a decade later and a new set of 4 alphas come in for training. Most of them are mean to her as they assume she works at the lab and is being paid to purr for them when they are hurt or to seem incredibly distressed when they are put in an arena to hunt her down as a training exercise. The trainer and the doctor also do not know Birdie is a prisoner, they think she works there as well. They all start to suspect something is very wrong when Birdie goes into heat. This is a generic omegaverse story with a bundle of angst, lots of having to grovel once the truth comes to light and an eventual big blended pack made up of gangsters, cops, a military veteran, a doctor and a pop star (6 males alphas, a male beta and a female beta). Birdie never becomes a badass, she stays a soft, kind, cry baby throughout and her pack adores her for it and never makes her feel bad about who she is.

[mickeychii]

Human!Bendy x Fem!Reader

After years of avoiding, how'd Y/n appear up here? She knew to avoid it at all costs but her curious personality diminished any voice of reason. But something had been tugging at her heart to pay a visit after having flashes of old memories of childhood, faceless, friends fill her head.

 Blowing into the mittens on her hands in an attempt to gain warmth, a lump in the persons' throat was swallowed down as they pushed open the old, creaking door with a grunt. "Gosh darnit..C'mon!" Y/n heaved before getting impatient, kicking the door open and losing her footing the process. "Geez, harder than I remember." Y/n grunted and stood from the snowy ground, walking into the old building. Carefully shutting the door while intentionally leaving it open a crack, she knew it'd be harder to open it from the inside. Her head swiveled as her eyes scanned the dark room. Y/n gulped once more before summoning some courage and pulled a small lantern from her pack, lighting it in means of warmth and visual. Black goop lined some of the walls and cracks of the ceiling. The sound of seemingly to be watery ink dropping into a puddle of said ink filled the ears of the missus. Being in her mid-twenties, Y/n had been here long ago it seemed. Her grandfather constantly brought her to his work as it shut down, giving her empty tours of the building, talking of when he was an animator. Inspiring Y/n to become one herself but she was still in school and working a full-time job in order to take care of her deceased sisters' two-year-old son; still a long way away from her goal in life. Taking a few paces forward, a loud screeching sound inflated the air. Screaming herself, Y/n quickly hid behind the closest thing beside her being an old, pushed onto its side desk. Y/n attempted to blow out the lantern but decided against it and hid it in her tan brown coat that was luckily long enough to do the deed. Another scream enveloped the air once more but this time it was human-and agonizingly painful to listen to. Y/n's gloved hands clasped over her ears. The screaming stopped. But ragged, inhuman breathing remained then they stopped. A loud sniffing sound replaced the previous sound as if it was sniffing something out as a hound dog would. Y/n sucked in her breath and peeked over the desk, spotting the exit. "Ok... it's right there..just..rUN-!" Y/n's voice turned to a scream as she was about to finish her self pep talk. As she hunched-over-walked from behind the safety of the desk, a large-big-as-her-head, clawed hand swatted at her legs and grabbed her right. Her body left the floor and hung upside down, her hair pulled down by gravity. Y/n held the lantern to her chest that illuminated the bottom half of her face and upper-half of her torso plus her arms. Her eyes were wide with terror of the unknown. Her line of vision locked with a face. A face with a large snarl that emitted animalistic growls and ink dripping low enough to cover its eyes. Two black horns laid atop its head. Noticing the fact that it honed a seemingly only black and white palette. It's body hunched over as to not crash itself into the ceiling. It looked like the devil himself. Y/n stared in panic but stayed silent with a clenched jaw. She felt as if she was a stranger in a very strange land. Like an Alice in a very dark, inky wonderland. The creature leaned forward and inhaled her scent. Generating a small squeak to emit from her. It cocked its head again and repeated the action, another, much softer noise came from Y/n. Her arms hugging the lantern as tight as she could. "...H-hi there big guy..?" Silence. "I-I can leave! J-just put me down and I'll go!" A gruff, quiet, snarl escaped the large ink demon and began to walk down the hallway. Y/n felt like vomiting from being hung upside down. 'Can I please walk?! I don't exactly feel like a dying upside down.' She thought sarcastically and slapped a hand over her mouth as nausea hit her. The creature stared down at her then slowly let her down. But as soon as it did, a thick metal 'collar,' you could get tetanus just from looking at it, formed around her neck. As well as a chain connected to it. This thing really didn't want her to run away, did it? Y/n huffed, holding the lantern out a bit from her body as it was becoming to hot against her chest. A sudden yank by her neck caused her body to begin walking. Y/n was reconsidering the previous choices of her wardrobe. Only wearing the heavy winter coat, black gloves, a black pencil skirt, and a white blouse tucked into the said skirt. But she was lucky enough to be wearing a strap on flats and having her pack with a small lantern was only a plus. "Um..Where we going?? M-Ms, Sir??" She swallowed as she stared up at the hunched over figure in front of her. Again, Y/n was only met with tense silence. A sigh left the woman and looked around. The building seemed to creak with every movement. Her vision faded in and out along with the black spots concealing her perception. The thing around her neck felt so tight and restricting. It had already seemed like hours of walking until they finally stopped. Everything was a blur. Where was she? Y/n, lost in her thoughts, bumped into the creature. The ink from the creature didn't stay on her clothing nor her skin. It simply rolled off and turned into puddles on the hardwood, leaving no stain of black ink. Y/n gained a puzzled expression and looked behind. Only footprints of the creature were left, none of hers followed. Y/n took note of this. She could escape easily without being tracked down. 

A sloshing sound filled her ears, making her spin her head back to the creature. She was shocked to see the ink melting from the inky-being, revealing a...human? Y/n took a hesitant step back, the chain tugging slightly. "Now, now. No need to fuss little girl." Y/n said nothing as she stared at the seemingly grey-scale male in front of her. He almost gave a vibe like that old cartoon character 'Bendy' but...human? She wanted to snap at him of calling her a 'Little Girl.' Y/n was only twenty-three. "Oh? You're not going to talk? Not even a 'stuh'-stutter?" A mocking tone came from the man as he mocked her previous dialogues of questions. Her shoulders drooped as a feeling of dread enveloped her. She wasn't getting out anytime soon, was she? The male chuckled and tugged on the chain, sending her into a collision into his much taller frame. He was definitely shorter than the creature but stood at a grand height of six-six along with two curved horns atop his head and a skinny black spaded tail. His own attire consisting of a white dress shirt, black slacks and shoes. Including black suspenders and his inky-black hair in a short, low pony. His right arm hung in the air, holding the chain up so her eyes met his pure black pupils while his left arm tightly wrapped itself around her torso in a rather possessive manner. Being so close made Y/n notice the small stubble on his chin. "Seems I've found myself a pet." Y/n's breath hitched, shaking her head in the act of defiance. Another grin followed and his arm tightened. The only thing between them is the remarkably hot lantern. Y/n sucked in a breath as the heat was beginning to do what fire does best. Burn. A whimper fled from her but she dared not to move. The male's fingers drummed lightly against her side as he watched the pain flicker against her eyes, a satisfied grin on his lips. "Aw, is the Lil' doll hurting? Just say something and I'll stop it. I'll stop it ALL." He whispered into her ear, pressing himself against her for the sole purpose to bury the burning lantern into her chest and torso. Y/n winced. He was too close for comfort. His head retracted from her ear and his gaze pierced hers, he could feel her shiver against him. Y/n attempted to pull her head away put her chain was yanked-harshly again. Now his face was closer than before, their noses touching. Y/n opened her mouth somewhat but shut it immediately. What would she say? 'Hey, can you get off me, you more than likely pervy dude? You're kinda causing this thing to burn me, y'know.' "Hm? C'mon sweetcheeks, I know you can talk with that tiny voice of yours~" He cooed toward her ear once more. Feeling another shiver from her. Y/n didn't know why she was acting this way. She was normally one to speak her mind, but something was wrong. This place had instilled something into her to fear this demon. The pain from the lantern was becoming too much to bear. She began to squirm some, a dark giggle to erupt from the man. "Oh yes, squirm like a trapped birdie, doll. You don't know how long I've been longin' for a darlin' like you." Y/n stiffened with a small gasp as something pinched her behind. As if a crab latched its claw then immediately released. It was HIM. HIS hand. Y/n finally let out a small cry of pain and, with all her strength, pushed the man away. The lantern dropped to the floor but didn't shatter luckily. If it did, the rickety building would've gone up in flames. Y/n quickly batted at her chest in a slight panic, blowing out a small blaze that had erupted. But now, a hole lies on her chest, a bit under her collarbone. The edges of the cloth singed and brown. A red ghastly mark underneath the hole showed and a bit of her singed bra. "My, my. What vigor!" The man mused in the voice of a 1920′s radio host. Y/n was confused about how all this brought him such pleasure. She hesitantly met his fervent gaze, her chest rising and falling at a quicker pace. His grin only grew at the sight of such a frazzled girl. "So, It seems you don't want to make a sound." He paused. "Oooh, but I can surely get one out of you." He laughed and advanced towards Y/n. She quivered under his gaze and stepped backward. Taking a few more steps, Y/n attempted to bolt away but the man gripped onto the chain. He roughly yanked her back to him. His grin no longer a tenant on his face. "The... OBEDIENT.. pets don't run off." He then advanced on to take a pining, jesting lick at what exposed skin showed for him by the collar. Y/n finally came to her senses and scowled, pushing back. "Get off!" She screamed. The force of the push caused her own body to fall back while tripping over a wooden plank. The chain fell from his grip with a grunt. "Why! Ya' talked! Haha!" Y/n stared up at him in terror and her body shaking along with it, wiping off the saliva he left on her bared skin. She couldn't move, he stared down at her. He stared down at her with a blank expression. His body suddenly stiff, ridged, and held no emotion. The chain fell away into ink but the metal collar stayed. The male's face softened into a pained feat and gripped his head, using his free hand to lean against the wall. "Ah, Jesus that f...no..no kid friendly remember, Bendy...God damn my hea.." His pained eyes locked onto hers, pain turning into surprise and let out a shout. "AaahiiE! HuMAN. What?!" He looked just as terrified as Y/n was. She let out her own shriek and sat up against the wall. "Why are you here?!" He shouted and pointed at her. "E-EH?! YOU BROUGHT ME HERE YOU SKANK!" Y/n shouted back on the brink of tears. "What?! Why would I do that?! And skank?!" Y/n was panting heavily, already sweaty from hyperventilating. "Y-YEAH! Y-YOU JUST-" Y/n felt her neck, feeling the tender spot of his remaining trail of damp saliva. A whimper emitted from her. She shakily stood and grabbed the lantern. The man stiffened. "Do you...do not remember?!" She asked shakily and rubbed her eyes, her voice still a bit raised. He gazed upon her in confusion then his eyes went wide and harshly bit his lip, a fang breaking the skin. "You met him didn't you?" He grabbed the sides of his head. "Not again...whenever he comes out bad things happen!" Y/n stared at him, gripping the lantern with dear life. "W-who's h-him?" Y/n questioned and took a small step forward. "HIM. He...he marked you. He marked you didn't he?!" The man muttered and stared at her wide-eyed. His finger pointed to the trail. Y/n gulped and slowly nodded. "Oh god, I-I'm so sorry! He does that whenever he finds a new--" Y/n interrupted. "Pet....he kept calling me..pet." He sighed heavily and let his hand away from his disheveled bangs. "I'm sorry..." He whimpered and slowly walked over to her. "I'm so sorry...sorry... Bendy...I'm Bendy, that's it!" Bendy hesitantly extended his hand as he remembered his identity. Y/n flinched. "A-ah...I suppose you WOULD be hesitant after that. But...Um! Anyways! You don't have to give me your name." Bendy forced a smile and looked down the hallway. Why were all the lights out? Y/n stared at him, she couldn't figure out why he looked so familiar. "I'm sorry but do I know you?" She suddenly spoke, making the already shivering man jump. "I-uh, I don't know. You seem like someone I'd know but I don't. Sorry." His voice had a certain swing to it as if it were stuck in the 20s. Y/n furrowed her brows and turned her head, her eyes still on him. But her gaze flicked to the dark hallway, sighing heavily. "I'd better get back. Not exactly nice meeting you, er, Bendy." Y/n turned herself and picked up the lantern. "Hey! At least lemme walk you out!" Bendy chimed in an attempt to make light of the situation. She gave a deadpanned, un-amused expression. "Really?" Her voice was void of any emotion.

Bendy nodded, crossing his arms nonchalantly. "Of course! I'd be going against my own standards if I didn't escort you until you're safe." Y/n stared at him then sighed in defeat, look ahead. "Alright. But if you-" He put up a finger. "Ah-ah, He's gone for a while. He only comes when I'm asleep." Bendy let out a small grin and Y/n's eyes flicked to his. No wonder the circles under his eyes were so dark and a bit bruised looking. He must try not to sleep at all. 'Maybe he's just delirious.' She thought and began walking once more down the hallway. But nothing looked or seemed familiar, even Bendy was confused. "Uh, Bendy, where are we?" Y/n huffed timidly, afraid to make a wrong move and his head swiveled with own puzzled expression. Bendy even spun himself to see if any was remotely alike to the entrance. ".....to us...How?" He began to mutter and placed his hand on his chin. "Did you go down any elevators?" Y/n shook her head. Bendy sighed and thought for a moment. "You were blindfolded at or something like that?" Y/n opened her mouth and nodded. "I think so, I know I think I lost consciousness a few times...But I'm not sure." They both sighed as they realized they were lost. And in a creepy basement. With creepy sounds of dripping goopy ink. Bendy shivered and rubbed his arm, looking back to the human girl in front of him. "I'm sorry, again. I got you into the mess." He sighed, leaning against the wall. Y/n crossed her arms as her mind became less terrified and more serious about the situation. "I accept the apology, but I should've known gramps would leave something like HIM to guard the place. And I should've of came in here in the first place. So, don't take all the blame." Y/n spoke bluntly with a hint of sympathy in her words. How long had Bendy been trapped here? In all this ink and more than likely some blood. Bendy stared at her in surprise and rubbed his head. "I...Thanks, ms." He gave a small, genuine smile and became sheepish. All in all, Bendy had terrible people skills. All he's known is to sit down, stay quiet, and let the evil ink blob drive. It was weird to have control of his actions, it felt like he was more human than a demon-at the moment. Bendy blinked from his dialogue of thoughts and gave a confused expression. "Gramps..? Do you mean...-?" Y/n hummed in recognition. "He went missing one day after coming to work. Never saw him again." Bendy gulped, looking to the hallway. "What was his name?" Y/n's body jumped as a loud bang rang out. Sounding like a gunshot or something close to that. But it rattled the entire building, unlike a gunshot. Bendy jumped into action and let the instincts kick in, grabbing the stiff woman's arm and sprinting off.

Luckily Y/n had the lantern. Bendy beckoned for the light source in which she handed it over. A loud shriek, almost banshee-like followed after the previous sound. Then sudden screaming. "I'll get you! I won't stop till' YOU'RE dead! You STOLE it from ME." A shriek of a female voice rang out, making the fleeing pair cover their ears with their unoccupied hands. Y/n gasped as Bendy's grip loosened and fell with a loud 'thunk.' "Bendy!" She yelled and crouched down. He was unconscious. Y/n swallowed dryly, shaking his limp body. Tears beaded her eyes out of pure terror of the situation. A shrieking, almost murderous sounding woman, an unconscious Bendy that was susceptible to turning into the freak demon. And a more than fifty-fifty chance of dying by either of them if not her dumb choice of entering the building in the first place. Quick, thunderous footsteps began down the hallway towards the two. Y/n gulped down the nervous nauseous feeling and used all of her arm strength to slap Bendy as hard as she could. The sound made Y/n wince and a red mark immediately appeared. Bendy let out a yelp of pain, shooting up from his laying position. "What was that for?!" He screamed. He was pissed. Y/n stood up and yanked him up along with her. "Someones coming!" Y/n whisper shouted and began running, her turn to frag the disoriented male down the hallway. A turn in the hallway surprised Y/n, her left side colliding into the wood and fell through. It was another room but it was safer than the hallway. Bendy pulled her up and found a spare piece of plywood. He shoved it into the hole in the wall. Luckily it covered enough to where they couldn't be seen. The running footsteps slowed but passed them, returning to the quick pace as it cleared the corner. The two let out quiet sighs of relief and let their bodies relax. Y/n noticed how dark it was and stiffened. She forgot the lantern. Bendy carefully felt around the walls. "Somewhere, somewhere...Ah-HAH!" He cheered softly and pulled down a lever. A soft yet bright light came from the ceiling and illuminated them. Y/n smiled slightly in relief and looked to Bendy. "Ah, sorry about slapping you but last minute thinking isn't really the safest thing with me." He chuckled tiredly, sighing. "Had to wake me before the beast came. It's understandable. OH-! That thing's still on ya." Bendy snapped his fingers and the rusty collar dissipated, rolling off in blobs of ink. Y/n sucked in a breath, the tightness in her throat leaving. Letting out a much-needed sigh and felt blood rush back into her head. She had previously only had been able to take in short breaths due to the constriction. "Thanks." Y/n breathed and leaned against the wall, earning a creak from the floor. "By the way...My name's Y/n.." Bendy looked to her in surprise from the box he was searching through. "Y/n...? Is..is your last name..Lawrence?" He inquired quietly and crouched before her. His head tilted in awe and curiosity. Y/n leaned back against the wall in order to gain her bubble. "Y-yes...Why?" She gulped, her eyes averting and her hands beginning to clam up. "You...you don't remember me. DO you?" Bendy lowered his head sadly with a heavy sigh. Y/n's eyes widened. "I knew you?" She asked in surprise, receiving a nod. "Yeah, but it's been so long I didn't recognize you at first but then your..PERSONALITY...gave it away. You've certainly grown up." Bendy's voice was gravelly as if trying not to cry and stood up, looking to the plywood barricade. Y/n stood and placed a hand on his shoulder. "How come I don't remember? Wouldn't I remember someone like you?" Bendy tensed from the words, it not helping that his cheeks became a dark grey from the contact. "Boss musta did somethin' to make ya' forget me. Wouldn't doubt if he did." His demeanor was less tense now but apathy filled his tone. Y/n lowered her eyes to the floor. "Sorry.." She whispered and removed her hand. What was going on? Is that why he was familiar? Because she might have known this man as a child? Bendy looked to her once more with an unyielding gaze. It was hard to look at her.

What her gramps had done left a terrible mark on the place. Y/n rubbed her arm with a heaviness resting itself on her chest. "I need to get out of here...I have a son-" She paused, letting out a heavy sigh and rubbed her eye with the heel of her palm. "My NEPHEW." Bendy raised a brow. "Son? You look a bit..young to be a mom." His eyes narrowed. "And you continued your...how should I put this...nasty bloodline?" Y/n looked up at him in shock, an expression of pure sorrow concealed her expression. "Bendy, why? I've done NOTHING to you. Just because you..knew me? Just because of my grandfather you're immediately going to group me up with HIM?" She looked to the floor. "I have a life. I can't stay here forever." Y/n walked over to the old door of the door and pulled it open. "He's not even my son. I took him in out of obligation and my own loneliness." Y/n looked back to Bendy who had a pained expression, causing a twinge of sympathy for the man. She pulled her gaze away and into the dark hallway. "Sorry...I-I have..what you can call a grudge against your gramps.." Bendy sighed, following her carefully into the hallway. "I can tell. But, before everything, he was a good person. Deep down inside he's probably still the guy who snuck candy to his granddaughter whenever she was breaking down." Y/n smiled slightly at the memory, their hands against the wall for balance. The rest of the walk was silent but soon enough the cracked open door Y/n left open was coming into view. Y/n quickly made a run for it, rushing to tug the door open. Tripping a few times over her own feet as Bendy followed. He didn't know why but he was drawn to the light. Y/n panted as she finally got it open with the taller persons' help and heaved a breath. "Thanks. I suppose this is where we..uh, split." Y/n took a step outside, enjoying the cold weather for once. She was a summer baby and hated the cold. Bendy felt the cold air rush around him and stiffened. He's never felt such a thing. "Hold on..what's this?" He asked quietly, crouching down and picking up a pile of snow. Y/n looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. "Snow...Do you not know about winter?" She mused. But Bendy stayed silent. He stared at his hand in awe, using his thumb to move the melting substance in his hand. Wait, melting? "Uh...That's not..Y/n, why is it melting?" Bendy vigorously shook his hand free of the freezing snow. Y/n laughed and crouched beside him. "Heat melts snow, so your hand melted it." Bendy stared at his hand in slight horror. "But..I'm not...I'm not human. I have no HEAT.." Y/n noticed how his previously grey-scale glove was now a pure white as before it had a grey tint to it.

Bendy stood up and backed into the building. The grey tint returned. "Wait..so that means.." Y/n thought for a moment. "Come..come outside." She ordered in which he quickly did. What happened next would change their lives forever. The secret of the ink. Bendy's grey scale skin slowly became a normal, pale peach color. The little horns on his head turned into..hair. It falling to rest atop his head but still had the small curved shape of his horn. The skinny spaded tail suddenly retreated into his spine-where it came from in the first place. Making the poor boy fall to the ground. His clothes remained black and white but his eyes became a dark brown color, losing the pie-cut look. "My god...What did he do to the others then...?" Y/n breathed with wide eyes. Bendy began to hyperventilate and rolled over onto the snow-covered ground. Using his hands and knees to sit up but he couldn't move. So, he stayed there, staring at the ground wide-eyed, terrified and on his hands and knees. His bangs hanging from his head and his pony hanging off his shoulder. Bendy felt his inert heart..beating. He couldn't remember the last time it had beat, especially this fast and...alive. He felt as if a barrier broke open, feeling the blood rushing into his once dormant veins. His once dry tongue felt a sudden, slow, wave of saliva coat his mouth. Hesitantly, his tongue licked across his previously dry teeth, feeling his own fang. That didn't go away. "What...I don't.." His fists clenched, balling up snow in his palms. Y/n stared in shock. She herself couldn't bring herself to talk or even think. "Bendy...Do you remember anything before the..show? Before you met my grandfather?" Bendy slowly raised his head, shakily standing. "I remember..nothing. Just bits of childhood." He rubbed his forehead and looked to her. Y/n shook her head. "Well, it seems you're... human now so I guess you just gotta suck it up and deal with life now. You're comin' with me." Bendy blinked but followed nevertheless. And that's when their lives got a bit more interesting.

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