#My partner's OC Arden

[sublimenemesis]

TL;DR: Gushing about the artwork I've commissioned from mango so far, and posting allll the pieces.

November 9 2019, I commissioned a piece of artwork of my original character Katrina from FFXIV from @chocolatemango. I sent her a link to the carrd page I'd made for Trina. In addition, I listed specific details I was interested in making sure made it in:

two piercings in each ear lobe, three hoops along the upper edge of her left ear

almost always wears some variety of boots (platform and heels included)

always wears a gem on her forehead these days (red or purple, glows)

tattoos of arcane text on her arms

I also offered to drown her in screenshots if she wanted to get a visual feel for Trina's looks (this was before I added the gallery to the carrd). Sadly, we decided the tattoos were too much work. Aside from that, I chose to give mango full artistic license to draw whatever she wanted. When she asked if I wanted a background for the piece, my answer was, "Honestly, whatever's most fun for you to do. If you think of a fantastic background, I'm happy to pay for it. If you prefer to just focus on the character, that's also fine. I love the backgrounds I've seen from your work, but what matters most to me is that you have fun with the commission." Art should be fun for the artist, not a chore.

Two weeks later, mango presented me with three rough sketches of poses for Trina...and I fell in love with all three. I vowed to eventually commission all the poses.

The first pose I chose was the one I addressed in a previous post. She went a teeeeeensy bit overboard on the background, and it is absolutely perfect.

On to the meat of this post (I know, that wasn't the meat?!): my 2 year anniversary with my partner was in September. And since we met through FFXIV, I decided I wanted to commission a sketch style piece for us. First, they're easier and less time consuming for mango to do, and second because the original piece I commissioned maaaay have given mango a little bit of anxiety due to how long it took. And it wasn't even her fault, she had a horrible three years. As I love her sketch style anyway, it was no sacrifice to request it.

To kill two birds with one stone, I showed mango the two previously unused sketches of Trina in the hopes that she could rework one to include my partner's character, Arden. Less than 24 hours later, I had my anniversary drawing (in her words, "I may have gone a little bit overboard..." Sensing a theme?):

I immediately turned to Zazzle to create matching t-shirts for us (yes, we're that couple. Sometimes), as well as a little Christmas gift for my partner.

Then in early December, I decided to have a second sketch portrait of our characters done, hoping that Zazzle would be able to have the second piece done soon enough for Christmas. Alas, that did not happen, so it will have to be a belated gift.

As is my preference, I let mango decide on the pose and anything else she wanted to add. However, she created a minor conundrum when she didn't use the final pose of solo Trina, but also added a brand new pose of the two characters, and requested I choose between them. The end result is absolutely adorable, and I love it to pieces...and it's not one of the original three poses, which means I still have one more pose queued up to commission! And then I can start thinking up new requests...

Thank you so much for your amazing work, mango. Until next time!

[sublimenemesis]

Trina and Arden's wedding dance looks so gooooood! Thank you, @pamellkaaa!

some recent commissions that I finished in the last month (that are sfw at least, tumblr may let me upload nsfw one day, we'll see) first picture is a commission for @sublimenemesis of their ff14 oc Trina and her boyfriend Arden

the last two are for a friend and there are some variations that I posted on my patreon (it's accessible to all) but be warned they're nsfw :)

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | OC - Ambrose and Arden x Listener SFW Getting Together With A Flirty Vampire and Grumpy Werewolf [Compilation]

[TMTM4A] [Compilation] [First meeting] [Flirting] [Consensual hypnosis, clear consent is given and discussed before any hypnosis starts, and listener is allowed and able to stop and exit hypnosis at any time] [Comfort] [Sleep aid] [Feelings confession] [Polyamory] [Pet play/Pet regression] [Age regression] [Injured listener] [TW mentions of blood, injury, Ambrose's past trauma and PTSD] [Chronic pain/illness comfort]

A compilation of every part of the Love Bites series so far. Audio and acting quality will get better throughout the compilation, as these audios are from February 2022 to October 2024, so if this is your first time listening to my audios or these characters, please forgive the lesser quality audios at the beginning. That being said, because some of the audios are so old and were made with my old microphone, some of them have been remastered for this compilation!

This compilation does not include 1 of the sfw audios (the aftercare one as it's age restricted) and none of the 7 exclusive Patreon Fledgling tier spicy audios for these characters.

And keep in mind because some of these audios are so old, the lore in them is out of date (e.g. originally Ambrose and Arden were platonic partners then I changed them to romantically very in love, Arden originally states he can turn you to a werewolf as long as he's in his werewolf form, and now what's cannon is he can only turn you if he scratches or bites you during a full moon)

Like with the last compilation, no this doesn't mean the Love Bites series is over. I had a trip in October and didn't have the time to record as many audios but I didn't want you guys to miss any audios so I'm trying something new with making a few compilations. Hopefully the longer audio can work as a nice sleep aid. Also since the last audio here ends with you moving in with them I guess you can think of this like a season 1 if you want too.

If the compilations aren't liked I won't keep doing them, but if they are: Are there any other characters (original or fandom) that you'd like me to upload as a longer compilation? The benefit of the longer videos I suppose are that I don't do midroll ads so you'd get to go longer without getting an ad in a compilation vs a playlist.

Timestamps:

00:00:00 Finding A Werewolf In The Woods

00:25:19 Flirty Vampire Catches You Snooping

00:57:27 Interviewing a Grumpy Werewolf

01:25:23 You Ask Your Vampire Friend to Hypnotise You

01:45:37 Getting Together With Your Werewolf And Vampire Friends

02:32:46: Being a Flirty Vampire's Good Puppy [Pet regression/Pet play]

02:59:10 Sleeping Between A Flirty Vampire and Werewolf

04:04:15 Cuddling Your Werewolf Boyfriend In His Wolf Form

04:29:27 Werewolf Boyfriend Finds You Regressed [Age regression]

04:44:39 Vampire Boyfriend Reassures You When You Regress [Age regression]

05:02:09 Getting Rescued By Your Vampire and Werewolf Boyfriends [Injured listener]

05:32:11 Chronic Pain Comfort From Your Caring Werewolf Boyfriend

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[graveyardviolence]

helloooo I am here to interrogate u for lore abt arden, ur oc, because I recently found out abt ur minyard sibling au and i usually eat that shi up soooo, may I please know more about him???

YES??? hi whoever you are you’re in my good graces i love when ppl ask abt my ocs

Arden Kinsley Minyard, raised by one Joseph Alan Minyard. Tilda basically dropped them off at Joe’s door a couple days after giving birth and never looked back. Arden is in their senior year when Wymack is looking for people to scout. At first glance their file isn’t much to look at. Mediocre playing skills, pretty fast and adaptable but that’s all they seen to bring to the table. But when Wymack looks closer he just knows he cant ignore them. They’re a Minyard, and upon questioning the twins and nicky, one that nobody knew about.

Ardens dad, Joe, is in the air force (yes Arden is a military brat), so Arden is raised on an air force base. They move around frequently, never staying in one place for too long, and during Arden’s developmental years they stick around the south, until Arden is around 7 or so, when they begin to branch out more. It’s not until they’re fifteen, living in the north east, that an incident occurs that puts Joe in prison, leaving Arden to be taken in by their best friend’s family.

They run their mouth more than they play exy

they can mimic any move another player makes without a problem

He hates pickles and onions and other vegetables and throughout most of his childhood his dad had to blend vegetables to get them into his diet

He picks at the skin on his hand so he wears bandaids to keep from bleeding

He has severe insomnia and most nights he doesn’t sleep

He has fucked up red converse that he’s been wearing since he was twelve bc he never grew out of them

He smokes weed

he has a caffeine addiction

He’s prone to random bouts of nausea and will faint/pass out

He gets the allergy injection bc he’s almost deathly allergic to cats but a kitten chased him down and crawled up his leg when he was sixteen and he’s always had a bleeding heart for strays. He hates grocery shopping but bc of his photographic memory he’s always sent out to get them. He’s jumped out of a moving car because he was angry. He lies to people for fun. He’s considered the friendliest Minyard, which he finds outlandish. Robin becomes like his little sister. He enjoys arguing with Kevin, and loves watching his partner air everyone out. He’s got three lobe piercings in each ear, he’s got four tattoos and plans on getting more.

He’s the type to sit out when theres a thunderstorm and get soaked by the rain. He’s definitely been swimming while it was storming. He’s got a vertical labret piercing and a nose ring. he wants an eyebrow piercing. His relationship with his gender is shitty at best and detached at worst. They have sharp teeth. He’s got scars from falling and scraping his knees. He’s had to get stitches after splitting his head open. He’s terrified of undergoing surgery despite knowing getting top surgery would probably put him in a better spot mentally.

Every weekend he sends a letter to his dad updating him on everything that’s happened throughout the week. The first time he goes to Eden’s he gets so drunk he passes out. When he wakes up it’s the next morning and Aaron is flipping his shit bc he thinks Arden has alcohol poisoning. It’s the most fun Arden has had since his sophomore year Homecoming.

His relationship with the twins is tricky. He loves them. He doesn’t know who they are. He’d rather die than be separated from them. He sometimes wishes he’d never met them. Andrew is who he could be. Is everything he’s not, is everything he is. He doesn’t know how to talk to them, but he wants to. He wants, so much that it aches beneath his ribs. He aches for what they could’ve been and mourns something that’s never existed. He’ll defend them to the ends of the earth. He’ll fight for them always. They’re his.

He clings to Nicky and his brightness. He sits with Kevin and Neil and watches exy games despite not caring for the game because he knows it’s important to them. He holds Robin’s hand when she’s upset. He and Renee color in coloring pages together and hang them up on Abbie’s fridge. He and Alison watch drama series together and talk shit afterwards. He goes with Dan and Matt to watch new releases at movie theaters. He cant stand Jack and Sheena together or individually but occasionally they’ll all sit in the living room together and watch cartoons during the early hours of the day.

let me stop before this gets out of hand

[burntthecity]

hi all, updated plotting search post coming at you. i'm attempting to get my oc muse back after a slight drought with some of my most wanted fcs, opposites and pairings atm. although you can assume i’m searching for romantic plots unless stated otherwise, i also love platonic and would be happy to do friendship plots. everything is under the cut!

fyi, i will do f/m, f/f and f/nb plots! :)

wanted fcs/people I’d like to use: shelley hennig, joseph gordon-levitt, cody christian, rachel sennott, emeraude toubia, elle fanning, bill hader, zendaya, dylan arnold, eve hewson, sophie cookson, hailee steinfeld, josephine langford, victoria pedretti, virginia gardner, elizabeth lail, brenton thwaites, paul mescal, sarah pidgeon, robbie amell, jennifer morrison, vanessa morgan, bruna marquezine, hande erçel, grace van patten, charlie heaton, gideon adlon, greta onieogou, diana silvers, sophia carson, daisy edgar-jones, devon bostick, arden cho, molly gordon, phoebe dynevor.

general opps i’d love: nicholas galitzine, peter gadiot, lola tung, lakeith stanfield, diego luna, josh hutcherson, caitlin stacey, ben feldman, ayo edibri, lizeth selene, ryan gosling, rachel sennott, gael garcia bernal, michiel huismen, molly gordon, ruby cruz, vanessa kirby, victoria pedretti, felix mallard, penn badgley, grace van dien, madison bailey, taron egerton, aaron taylor-johnson, lakeith stanfield, shelley hennig, nick robinson, ross butler, gael garcia bernal, dominique provost chalkley, david harbour.

specific pairings (bold is who i want to write as)

nicholas galtitzine x any female (will give you your most wanted fem opposite)

luke hemmings x chase sui wonders

dylan o’brien x shelley hennig

maia reficco x kit connor

taylor swift x harry styles

jessica chastain x any male

cailee spaeny x any male

cody christian x any female (might require some backstory/an interest check, my cody oc is a hot mess lmao)

joseph gordon levitt x any female (35+)

phoebe tonkin x claire holt (platonic)

madison iseman x any f/m/nb (platonic and/or romantic, m if romantic)

priscilla quintana x any female/femme nb (platonic and/or romantic)

riley keough x any f/m/nb (platonic and/or romantic)

natalia dyer x any f/m/nb (platonic and/or romantic)

other important things:

if we’ve gotten to the point of plotting on discord before and you went ghost on me, i’ll be hesitant to plot with you again. sorry, but i hate feeling like i’m wasting my time. i am in no way innocent with this either, but i generally do not let it go to that stage and ghost. communication is key.

will also be hesitant to write against you if you only write f in f/m plots or require doubling. no one wants to be used for their males. i'd be happy to give you my guys when i have the muse for them, but i also have many queer lady charas that deserve special treatment too.

i’m a pretty low maintenance partner, meaning as much as i love plotting and sending headcanons and will happily do that with you, i don’t expect to hear from you constantly throughout the day and expect the same of you with me. as long as you let me know you’re still interested, great! but please do not pester me for replies or track me if i'm online. it makes me extremely uncomfortable. respect my boundaries and i'll do the same for you.

i am a smut fan but find my muse burns out really fast if the plot is solely smut and no real storyline to go with it. if sexy stuff happens, let's explore it! i just don't want it to be the whole plot.

despite all that seeming slightly harsh ^^, i promise i'm very friendly and approachable.

if you got through all this, bless you. please send me a message if you're interested or like this and i will come to you!!

[robbiefischer]

💭 📚 🩹 🎶 for Viola and Jamila?

Ooooh, these are such great questions anon, thank you!! And tysm for asking about my girls! Since I've never talked about them here, here are the absolute basics. Jamila (35 years old) and Viola (37 years old) are another set of my doctor wives - Jamila's a plastic surgeon and Viola's a trauma surgeon, and they both work at the same hospital in New Islington. I apologize in advance for any missing words/spelling issues - my dog's kept me up most of the night the last couple of nights because of storms (plus my partner, who she adores, has been on a business trip) and my brain feels mushy af not getting much sleep.

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

So, I don't usually do MBTI or enneagram stuff for my OCs but I decided to take a test for each of them answering as I think they would based off of what I know about them and it was a really interesting experiment, ty!

Viola is an ENTJ-A (assertive subtype, apparently) which... makes perfect sense, really. She is 100% a natural born leader, is extremely charismatic, loves nothing more than a challenge and is very goal and achievement-oriented. She has a very big personality and sort of commands attention and respect, if that makes sense. She's not obnoxious about it at all, it's just who she is and how people respond to her energy. She's also an enneagram type 8, wing 7 which seems to correspond well to her MBTI type.

Jamila is an ENFJ-A, although quite a bit less extroverted than her wife. She's closer to the border between I and E and definitely has moments where she needs time to herself to recharge her energy. She very much has the "wants to do the right thing always" trait, and loves nothing more than an opportunity to help her friends and family grow into the people that they're supposed to be. Jamila is an enneagram type 3, wing 2.

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

Jamila and Viola both finished medical school, then went on to do fellowships in their respective specialities - Viola in trauma surgery, Jamila in plastic surgery.

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

Sorry, I know this is probably boring but I don't think either of them have any physical or mental disabilities.

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Viola absolutely loves music and listens to it whenever it's practical (the only time it's not blasting in her OR is when she's got another surgeon in there with her who can't concentrate with music on). She tends to be drawn to rock, especially harder rock and alt rock, punk and post-punk, heavy metal, some industrial and EDM (especially dubstep). When she was younger (as a teenager and young adult) she was a constant presence in the local scene, and spent so much of her time going to shows and being in the pit. Now, she still loves going to shows but is a lot more careful and less willing to take dumb risks especially if she could hurt herself or her hands - her job's too important to her.

Jamila's not actually a huge music person. She doesn't dislike it or anything, and has artists she really enjoys but she just doesn't tend to think of putting it on most of the time. She's another of my OCs who tends to really prefer music without lyrics - she loves minimalist, modern piano music and film scores more than anything else. If she's going to listen to music she'll probably put on a little Joep Beving, Arvo Part, Megan Wofford, Gavin Luke, Franz Gordon, Reeder, Arden Forest, Ludovico Einaudi, Max Richter or someone like that. It's soothing and helps her center herself, and she has a playlist that she always listens to before bed to help her brain wind down (it's one of the few times she DOES think to listen to music).

[scribbledquillz]

🦴👃👂 for Revka plz 🤣🤣🤣🤣

🔥 Piping Hot OC Asks 🔥

Sneaking in here during the post Easter dinner lull to answer spicy OC questions just like Jesus would have wanted. ☺️ Thank you for the ask, Jo!

👂 - does your oc have an attractive voice

I did happen to do this one already, answered here. But in short yes ma'am she does. Low, husky and lovely.

👃 - Does your oc smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

I think "good" is a matter of personal opinion, especially when considering her traveling and camping for months at a time lol. But Revka is cleanly, and uses a simple soap with a faint scent of honey and lavender that tends to cling in her hair. Usually it's hard to notice, getting overshadowed by campfire smoke, leather, oil, sweat and whatever other unpleasantness they've been forced to deal with that particular day, but if she's freshly bathed it's a pleasant little scent to catch on her.

🦴 - Does your oc have much sexual experience? What are they like?

LOL @ Revka being anything close to "experienced" you did this on purpose Jo XD Oh dear, sweet, repressed Revka. No, she is woefully inexperienced when it comes to sex. Her experience amounts to a single relationship when she was 16 with another alienage girl named Arden, and it was as fumbled and unrefined as you'd expect between two teenagers. She considers Arden her first, but she's her only as well. Maintaining a relationship and any semblance of a sex life went out the window once she was left sole caregiver to Ceral, outside of Palm-ala, if you catch my drift. She isn't naive but she's also way behind the eight ball compared to others by the time she's in the Wardens, and she goes into that whole mess content with the knowledge that it'll most likely continue to be that way for the foreseeable future. And then Zevran happens, haha Once she's gotten her stride, however, Revka is... very much mostly a top? She's very dominant in bed, and gets no small amount of pleasure watching her partner(s) reactions to what she does and how she touches them. Lots of pinned or tied hands/wrists, dragging her teeth down their neck, digging fingernails, that sort of thing. (Always with enthusiastic consent, ofc.) She does like having the rolls reversed at times too though, and despite all her growling and protests, loves being teased when she can't do anything about it. Dirty talk whispered in her ear - especially when in a different language - is a very big plus. >:3

[saiilorstars]

Ch. 19: The Beast

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

taglist: @ocappreciationtag​ @arrthurpendragon​ @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel​ @stareyedplanet​ @foxesandmagic​

Story Masterlist // Romina’s Masterlist

If you’d like to be a part of this OC’s work/edits, let me know!

For Harry, taking Care of Magical Creatures was a dream compared to Divination. One class and he was already being sentenced to death (again!). He was beginning to regret his decision in the class, but no one like Hermione.

By the time the three Gryffindors arrived at Hagrid's Hut, most of the students were already there. Hagrid was merely ushering the last arrivals to follow him towards the paddock of the school. Harry could see familiar heads up ahead, including Dean, Seamus, Pansy Parkinson...and Romina...with Draco (alongside Crabbe and Goyle).

"Am I late!? Am I late!?" Harry heard Arden calling from behind. He, Hermione and Ron stopped walking to turn sideways and see Arden running breathlessly towards them.

"Arden, you're on time," Hermione smiled at the girl.

"Stupid Lilah couldn't find McGonagall's class," Arden rolled her eyes. "Has anyone seen Romina?"

With a sour face, Harry pointed a finger at Romina up ahead. When they followed his gaze, Hermione and Ron grimaced.

"Oh no he won't," Arden muttered, but not for the reasons the Gryffindors hoped for. "You know I got stuck with Draco as a Divination partner? He is absolutely the—"

"—world's biggest blabbermouth," Draco couldn't finish complaining to Romima about the Divination class he had just finished. "I thought Parkinson was enough but no, King actually won that title all in the span of an hour. I don't know how you stand her. I think I'd rather take Carolinha—"

Romina merely hummed to agree. She was holding her bag, well almost clutching it, due to the monstrous book inside trying to bite its way free.

"Actually, no I take that back. I can't bloody stand Carolinha," Draco said with a shudder.

"Watch what you say about my sister," Angel warned from behind them. Beside him, both Blaise and Theodore snickered. "Shut up!" Angel said.

"It's true!" Draco exclaimed. "Theodore was right there and Trewlawny sat King down next to me! It's horrendous! She's — Oswell, are you even listening?" Draco shot Romina a look, a suspicious one at that. "I just insulted King to and back and you haven't bothered to snap at me as usual. I look forward to it, honestly. Pushes me to be more creative with my responses."

"Hmm…" Romina went once again.

Draco tilted his head at her curiously, wondering if he really could just get away with anything right there. "...Arden's an annoying, little mudblood."

"Hmm."

There was a minute of full shock before Draco was berated for his words, but not from Romina.

"You're not so hot yourself you so-called 'pureblood'," Arden smacked him on the back before moving forwards to walk alongside Romina. "Actually, you're not hot at all."

"Don't touch me!" the blonde snapped.

"Then watch your fucking words!"

Romina finally blinked from her stupor with the two shouting at each other. She did, however, miss the Golden Trio passing by shooting curious, and yet disapproving looks, at them. "What are you two doing?" she asked Draco and Arden with a frown.

"Oh, now you talk," Arden made a 'done' motion with her hands. "At the rate you were going, even Crabbe and Goyle would have gotten their shot at me."

"What?" Romina, lost, glanced at the two mentioned boys. This time, they really were innocent.

Draco straightened up and gave her a look-over. "What the hell is wrong with you? I could have insulted the entire school with my favorite vocabulary and you wouldn't even have noticed."

"Am I supposed to?" Romina raised an eyebrow at him.

"That's not the point - what's wrong with you? What, did the new haircut cut off the oxygen to your brain too?"

"What — no!" Romina scrunched her nose.

"You're not yourself, Oswell."

"That..." A strange smile appeared on Romina's face, "That is good to hear. Thanks." She patted Draco's arm and kept walking, leaving him very confused.

"Didn't I just—" Draco shook his head. This was making less sense by the minute. He looked over at Arden, both simultaneously deciding to put away their differences and focus on the true problem: Romina.

They hurried after Romina and bickered along the way.

"Well don't look at me," the blonde began, huffing at Arden, "You're the one who lives next her, don't you? Fix her."

"Me?" Arden pointed at herself incredulously. "You're the expert pureblood wizard—like Romina —so you should know if this is some sort of high class witch problem."

"How do I know it's not muggle related? That's your business!"

"It's not! She's been like this all fucking summer—"

"Then it is muggle-related so it's your—"

"Would you two knock it off?" snapped Romina, finally showing some true emotions on her face when she turned around to them. "I'm not a project to fix between you two. Arden, for the love of God, I'm fine. I've been telling you this all summer. And Draco, honestly, what's it to you? You only care because I'm your potions partner now and you don't want me to spill anything on you again which" — she pointed at him — "I have already apologized for. Be honest, you don't care. Just leave me alone."

Draco once more exchanged glances with Arden, a bit offended this is what he got for actually giving a damn. Arden shrugged at him. "I don't know either," she said honestly and went after Romina.

Hagrid was ushering everyone around a clearing, making sure they stayed behind a specific line.

"Gather 'round. Find yerself a spot. That's it. Now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books—"

"And exactly how do we do that?" Draco practically demanded once they'd gotten nearer. He still had doubts about the assigned book, and truthfully so did everyone else.

It was then that Hagrid noticed none of the students actually had their books opened. He became a little disappointed. "Crikey. Didn' yeh know? All yeh've got ter do is stroke 'em. Look..." he reached for Hermione's copy of the book. He snapped the spellotape Hermione had put around it and, just as the book opened itself up and snapped its meaty teeth at him, Hagrid stroked the book's spine. Just like that the book calmed and it opened.

Awed, the students quickly tried to do the same with their copies while Hagrid went into the trees to retrieve the creatures for their lesson. Neville was having trouble with his book - not surprising anyone though - and went tumbling down the ground with the book shredding up his robes.

"You're supposed to stroke it, Neville," Romina sighed and went back to help the boy before his ear was bitten off by the monster book.

Neville wasn't the only one struggling. There were plenty of other students fighting their books to stay alive.

"God, this place is going to the dogs. Wait until my father hears Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching classes," Draco purposely commented to Crabbe and Goyle, instantly earning Harry's attention.

Harry turned towards him, already glaring. "Listen, you stupid prat..."

"Harry," Hermione quietly hissed at him to back down. The last thing they needed was for an argument to break out.

Unfortunately, Harry's response brought on the taunts from Draco and a few other of Slytherins.

"Seriously?" Angel cast a look over at Blaise and Theodore who were part of the taunters.

Romina had returned with a shaken Neville at her side and looked at the stand-off. "Oh God," she rolled her eyes. "Would you two—"

Draco had dumped his things into Crabbe's arms, startling the latter in the process as he scrambled to take everything into his arms. Draco then walked up to Harry who had taken the same steps as well.

"They're not going to fight, are they?" Romina heard Daphne's squeakish question behind her.

"Not if they know what's good for them," Romina said, though she did watch the two idiots like a hawk.

It seemed like Draco was going to say something but caught sight of something behind Harry. For a moment, Harry was confused as Draco jumped and stumbled a few steps back.

"Dementor! Dementor!" Draco pointed wildly behind Harry.

Harry jumped in his spot and turned around to where the Dementor would be, nearly falling back. Of course, there was nothing, but now he had a group of Slytherins laughing at him for it. It didn't stop until Draco and a couple more Slytherins pulled their robe hoods over their heads, making ghost-like sounds at Harry. The boy seethed with anger. Hermione grabbed Harry and pulled him away before something worse happened.

"You guys are that bored!? Seriously?" Romina yelled at the group and had half a mind to rip their hoods off to smack them each.

"Well, least that got you out of your stupid trance," Draco said as he fixed himself up after his joke.

"You're stupid," frowned Romina.

"Woah, what a great comeback. Got anymore back there?"

Romina balled her fists on either side of her. "Shut the—"

"Romina, save your breath," Arden came around her best friend's side. "C'mon, Hagrid's coming back."

Hagrid had indeed returned but not alone. He came with a strange beast with hind legs and tail like a horse but its front legs, wings and its head resembled that of an eagle. Most of the students were a bit scared while Hagrid got the creature in.

"Beau'iful, isn' he?" Hagrid called to the class.

"Scary," Daphne's voice was the only response he got.

"Not scary at all, Miss Greengrass," Hagrid assured. "But Hippogriffs are very proud creatures. Easily offended, they are. Don't never insult one, 'cause it migh' be the las' thing yeh do. Right then - who wants ter come an' say hello?"

Everyone looked around with wide eyes, no one daring to raise their hands. Each of them took a step back - well, Pansy Parkinson took two steps back to which Arden snickered at - and left Harry right in front.

Hagrid turned around and took that as his volunteering. "Good man, Harry!" Harry suddenly noticed he was the only one standing up front and shot Ron and Hermione betrayed glances. With no choice, he approached Hagrid and hoped for the best.

"This here's Buckbeak, Harry," Hagrid introduced the creature. "Yeh want ter let 'im make the firs' move. It's polite, see? Jus' take step forward, give 'im a bow, and if Buckbeak bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. Ready?"

No, Harry thought, but he nodded anyway. He took in a small breath and did as Hagrid had instructed: he bowed. From his eyelashes, Harry could see Buckbeak cocking his head and intently studying him. For a moment, it appeared like Harry was failing the task…

"Back off, Harry!" Hagrid urgently instructed. "Back off!"

Just as Harry stepped back, Buckbeak ducked his beak. Hagrid was quick to congratulate Harry on his task, looking pretty relieved himself. "Well done, Harry! Go on. Give 'im a pat."

Although Harry was still a bit nervous, he figured nothing else would happen now. He cautiously gave Buckbeak a gentle pat on his beak and smile when the rest of the class clapped for him.

"Look at that! I reckon he migh'let yeh ride 'im!"

Harry's smile vanished and was replaced with a heavy alarm. "What!?"

Hagrid didn't seem to notice it as he moved around. "We'll jus' set yeh behind the wing joint. Mind yeh don' pull any feathers out. He won' like that."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait—" Harry began but Hagrid had easily picked him up and dropped him over Buckbeak's back. With a slap, Buckbeak took off with Harry on his back.

The rest of the students rushed closer to the paddock's gate in hopes of seeing the creature flying above them.

"I want a go next!" Arden laughed ridiculously loud, super excited at the prospect of getting a turn. Romina's lips twitched but a full smile never happened.

When Harry returned, he was exhilarated from the ride.

"Oooh, that looks like fun, doesn't it?" Arden fervently clapped and nudged Romina to say something about it. "C'mon, you know you want to smile. Hmm…? Just a little bit?"

"Yeah, alright…" Romina gave a light shrug of her shoulders, "...Harry can do that."

From behind them, Draco rolled his eyes. He moved around them and pushed past any other students in his way. "Give me a go at that thing. If Potter can do it, it must be easy!" Ignoring Hagrid's and Harry's looks, he skipped the bowing ordeal and went to touch Buckbeak. "You're not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute—"

"Malfoy! No!" Hagrid was too late to stop it. Buckbeak made a growling noise and slashed his talons down on the blonde who screamed on the spot. He was knocked on his back on the ground.

Harry ran forwards when Buckbeak was about to strike again and managed to get the creature to stop midway.

"It's killed me! It's killed me!" Draco cried from the ground, clutching his arm.

"Calm yerself! Yer fine... jus' a scratch…" Hagrid rushed to the boy.

"Hagrid!" Hermione called, "He's got to be taken to a hospital. I'll go with you, if you like—"

It was clear Hagrid was just as lost as they were but he wouldn't let anyone do his job for him. "No. I'm the teacher. You all...you all just...class dismissed!" he effortlessly picked up Draco and carried him off towards the castle.

Arden and Pansy watched with mixtures of emotions as Hagrid left, but the two (as well as the rest of the class) had to follow. Arden groaned and shook her head. "Way to go, Draco, ruining my chance at riding Buckbeak! I fucking hate him — Draco, not the Buckbeak."

Pansy looked at her indignantly. "Are you insane? That beast just hurt him!"

Arden rolled her eyes. "Relax, he just got a cut. Pomfrey can fix that in a snap," she snapped her fingers for show.

"He could get infected!"

Arden snorted, making Pansy grow angrier by the second.

"Girls, there's really no need to argue about this," Daphne said as she came up beside them.

"Ha!" Arden laughed. "The day I fight over Draco Malfoy with Pansy is the day you can bury me 6ft under."

Pansy's face was reddening. "Arden, you are so—"

"Pansy, watch it," Daphne said warningly.

Arden didn't seem to care whatever insult Pansy was going to hurl at her. "You're being ridiculous. He'll be fine. Romina, tell her she's being ridiculous."

"That seems hard for her right now," Blaise's drawl drew the girls' attention behind them. He, Angel and Theodore were walking beside Romina, each of them glancing at her with the same bemusement.

Romina had both her hands pressed to her nose, covering her mouth. They could hear soft, muffled chuckles.

Pansy looked even more offended. "Are you laughing, Romina?"

"Oh my God, she is," Arden laughed herself. "Well, at least Draco managed to do something right today! Somebody should give him a gold star. Do you guys do that here?"

Blaise and Theodore looked at her, confused but amused at the same time. Pansy growled at them.

"He really shouldn't have done that," Angel sighed. "I'm sure Hagrid will get into trouble now."

"Maybe he shouldn't have started with a huge creature like that," Theodore shrugged.

"That, and Malfoy should've watched his fucking mouth but that'll never happen," Blaise said and snickered with Theodore. "It's actually kind of — Oswell, is it really that funny to you?"

Romina was still trying to suppress her giggles behind her hands. "It's just — why is Draco so dramatic? At best, he got a few scratches."

"There was blood!" Pansy exclaimed. "How are you laughing?"

"I'm not — honest, I'm not laughing at him but...well...he shouldn't have done it!" Romina said, trying to be stern but every now and then, her lips would twitch with a smile.

"Lay off, Pansy" Arden snapped. "If she wants to laugh, let her laugh! She hasn't laughed in weeks! I might give Draco the gold star myself for this!"

Pansy refused to hear any more and raced back to the castle, no doubt heading to the hospital wing.

"I shouldn't be doing this…" Romina tried taking in a deep breath to calm herself down. It was actually very rude of herself to be laughing at someone who got hurt.

"Doing what? Laughing?" Arden snorted again. "Why not? You gotta admit it was funny. Draco was asking for it."

"I don't think he was asking to be injured…" Romina lowered her head as her lips began to stretch into another smile, "...but it was a little funny. Oh god, I'm terrible."

"I might like you a little bit more," Blaise remarked.

"That settles it," Romina said immediately, flinging a finger at Blaise. "We need to apologize."

"What?" frowned Arden as Romina's eyes landed on her. "What is this 'we' nonsense?"

"Daphne didn't laugh," Romina said, pointing a thumb at Daphne who was very serious about the matter.

"I'm not doing it!" Arden said, but it wasn't the end of the conversation.

All the way to the castle, Romina insisted that they should at least go see Draco and make sure he was okay. Angel, Blaise and Theodore seemed to agree with her albeit not for the reasons she wanted to visit. She still had the idea she needed to apologize. The boys got a head start and headed up to the hospital wing.

"I am not going," Arden said loudly and put her hands on her hips, attracting the attention of Harry, Hermione and Ron. The trio were coming in behind their group.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked them curiously. Arden seemed to be the most upset between her, Romina and Daphne.

"Romina, here," Arden gestured to the girl, "laughed at Draco and now she wants to go and apologize to him."

"Are you serious?" Ron flatly asked Romina. "Malfoy deserved it! He was just trying to up Harry and failed."

"I still shouldn't have laughed," Romina persisted.

"It wasn't very nice," Daphne ultimately agreed.

"I agree with you," Hermione said, earning crazed looks from Ron and Harry. "But I don't think you need to apologize, Romina. He was too busy screaming his head off. I'm sure he's wailing upstairs."

"Well I would be too if some creature cut my arm," Romina shrugged.

"Rom…" Harry tilted his head, absolutely horrified with her perspective. "He does not deserve your care, much less your guilt."

"I'm going," Romina grabbed Arden's arm, "And so are you. Daph?"

"Yup!" The blonde girl nodded cheerfully.

"I don't want to go!" Arden complained even as she was dragged off between Romina and Daphne. "He called me names during Divination! I hate him! If anything, Buckbeak should've bitten him or something!"

The three Gryffindors watched the girls head up the stairs.

"I always did like Arden," Ron said after a moment, getting an agreeing hum from Harry. "She just gets me."

Harry laughed.

Hermione rolled her eyes at both of them and left them.

~ 0 ~

Romina was amazed at how long Arden could complain about a one single person. She forgot about that natural skill during her time locked up in her room. It didn't help that when they came into the hospital wing, Pansy was still there. Granted, so were Angel, Blaise and Theodore.

Arden sucked in a deep breath, making a motion that she was going to calm down. "You owe me big time for this," she warned Romina as they walked in.

"C'mon," Romina grabbed Arden once more by the arm in case she ended up running off.

"Oh, now you come," Pansy snapped at both of them. "Do you know she was laughing at you, Draco? Romina? She was. A lot."

"I'm sorry," Romina moved over to the blonde who was now shooting her sharpened looks. He seemed to be resting pretty comfortably on his bed to be that seriously injured.

"So my dangerous injury was a source of amusement to you, Oswell?" He scowled.

"Hardly an injury," Arden muttered. Romina elbowed her on the side. "What?" Arden shot her a look.

"Shut it, King," went both Draco and Pansy.

"Why are you even here?" Pansy asked them.

"I'm here because Romina dragged me here," Arden didn't hesitate to say, "Think I'd like to see your face more than I have to? And Daphne's just too kind to you guys."

"And you, Oswell, why are you here?" Draco curiously, yet discreetly casual, asked. He didn't like knowing she'd basically been laughing at him but if she was here, then it meant she did want to see him...right?

Romina eyed his injured arm and shrugged. "I just wanted to apologize for laughing, and to see how you were doing."

Half satisfied, Draco began to complain about his arm. "It's that stupid beast's fault - no, hold on, it was that 'professor' Dumbledore geniuously thought would suffice."

"C'mon, you and I both know Buckbeak only acted out because of what you said," Romina gave him a look. "Hagrid clearly told us what not to do around a Hippogriff."

"I mean, who can really understand him—"

"Draco," Romina deadpanned him.

"What? It's true!"

Romina shook her head. "Why'd you even go up to it anyways? Arden was hellbent on going next and you don't exactly strike me as someone who would've liked to take a ride on that thing."

"Trust me, he isn't," Blaise said all too smugly.

"Shut the fuck up, Zabini," Draco promptly said.

"Why'd you do it?" Romina insisted to know.

Draco opened his mouth to respond but quickly shut it when he realized the answer was directly related to her. As if he would ever say it.

Romina took his silence and mad her own presumptions. "See? Even you don't know! I bet you don't know why you do half the things you do! You got lucky that Buckbeak didn't actually hurt you that much—"

"Excuse you?" Draco frowned. "That thing nearly killed me!"

"Draco, it scratched you at best. And I'm sure that under that sling you're wearing, the gash is on its way to fading."

"Oh, sure, act like that then!"

"Act like what?"

"I bet if it had been Potter instead, or any one of his other little friends, you would've been worried sick about them!"

Romina was startled with the accusation. "I wouldn't — you're not even that hurt! By tonight, you won't even have to wear that stupid sling anymore!"

"Quit being so insensitive," snapped Pansy.

"How can I be insensitive to an injury we can't even see!?" Romina practically shouted, instigating Madame Pomfrey to shush her from the desk.

"Nice to see where your loyalties are, Oswell. Feel free to close the door on your way out," Draco spat and purposely scooted closer to Pansy's side.

Romina's mouth hung open with surprise. "What?"

"Get out," Draco ordered her with the coldest eyes Romina had ever seen. She certainly had never seen them against her.

She blinked a few times, still unable to believe what was going on. She looked around at their friends, feeling quite embarrassed as they looked between her and Draco. She definitely had not planned on arguing and much less to the point where Draco felt like the only solution was to kick her out. Even then, Draco's hard expression had not lifted. He meant every word and intended for her to leave. So she did.

Without saying a word, Romina turned and walked towards the door. She heard Arden say a couple of curse words then felt her rushing after her.

~0~

Transfiguration was set just before lunch. The class was wild with what happened in Care of Magical Creatures, but others were a bit more tuned into what happened in Divination. It only occurred to Romina that something was wrong when Harry chose to sit at the back of the class. She dropped in her usual seat beside Hermione and noticed several students giving Harry weird looks.

"Did I miss something?" she asked curiously.

"Lots," Harry corrected. "You've been out of it, Rom—"

Romina raised a hand and stopped him. "Yeah, I've got it. So what's everyone looking at you for? Is it for Buckbeak?"

"Haven't you heard?" Ron said, dead serious. "Earlier, Divination class was a—"

But at that moment, McGonagall had started the class. Everyone shifted in their seats to face her at the head. Still, being a little more alert now, Romina caught several people in the class looking away from McGonagall to stare at Harry. Was the previous year about to repeat itself again?

"Really, what has got into you all today?" McGonagall stopped her class when she had enough of the shifting looks. "Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class."

Her answer came in the form of everyone staring at Harry. The boy wished he had his cloak now to disappear. Finally, next to Romina, Hermione raised her hand and spoke.

"Please, Professor, we've had our first Divination class this morning, and we were reading the tea leaves, and—"

"Ah, of course," McGonagall cut Hermione off, looking already done with the situation despite not hearing the entire story. It appeared like she knew the ending. "There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?"

There was a dead silence in the room until Harry spoke up.

"Me."

Romina whirled around in her seat, flabbergasted. She got confirming nods from Ron and Hermione.

"I see," McGonagall looked at Harry with the least bit of concern. "Then you should know, Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class. If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues —" McGonagall took a moment to pause, probably to calm herself some students murmured, "Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney…" but she stopped once more, probably about 'not' speaking well of the subject. They started over again with what she considered the most important thing. "You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in."

There was a scurry of laughter, one that even Romina couldn't hold back. After class, she still had questions regarding the famous divination class.

"Is that seriously a class, though? Like...properly certified and stuff?"

Hermione huffed her doubt. "Apparently. But I just voice my disagreement—" Ron cut in warning her not to start again with her threat to drop the class.

Romina figured they were like Arden and Pansy, only less aggressive...and with no actual hate. "Well, I mean it all comes down to one thing doesn't it?" Romina asked, meaning to cut off that argument.

"What?" the three Gryffindors waited for her to answer.

"I mean, Harry, have you seen a great, black dog anywhere lately?" Romina managed to joke, only to get a very serious answer instead.

"Yeah, I have. I saw one the night I left the Dursleys'."

Ron helped and nearly fell forwards if Hermione hadn't grabbed him by the robes. "Oh calm down, it was probably a stray," Hermione dismissed the matter.

"Wait - you left the Dursleys?" Romina blinked. "When did you do that?"

"Hermione, if Harry's seen a Grim, that's — that's bad. My — my uncle Bilius saw one and — and he died twenty-four hours later!" Ron continued battling with Hermione.

"During the last bit of summer," Harry nonetheless answered Romina, and calmly too.

Romina understood perfectly why she'd missed it. "Oh. And...where did you go?"

Harry didn't bother throwing her an accusation of not offering her place seeing as she was battling something herself. "I ended up at the Leaky Cauldron. That's where Mr. Weasley told me about Sirius Black."

Once again, Romina went pale. "Y-yes."

Noticing it, Harry jumped in to say what he hadn't been able to earlier. "Rom, look, I know it's tough when it comes to talking about your parents—"

"They're not my parents," Romina sharply corrected. "I don't know them and I don't want to know them. Look, Harry, can we not talk about that stuff? I actually feel terrible apart from all of this."

"Why?" Harry tilted his head at her.

Romina didn't know if she should even bother telling him nor Ron and Hermione what happened with Draco in the hospital wing. But of course, Harry had already asked and he wasn't going to let her go. So, she told them and as expected, both Harry and Ron made it clear that she should not feel an ounce of guilt towards Draco. Romina didn't bother trying to explain herself, and she wasn't going to until something strange happened.

"You're both so insensitive," Hermione's reprimand startled Harry and Ron. Their head snapped in her direction, as did Romina's eyes. Hermione's face grew pinker and pinker within seconds. "Well, I only meant — it had to have felt terrible getting kicked out in front of your friends like that."

Harry scoffed. "Romina's not friends with Malfoy."

"How do you know?" Hermione challenged him. Of course that only led to all three Gryffindors turning to Romina for her answer.

Romina regretted telling them anything right now. "It's...well...it's complicated."

"It shouldn't be," Ron said curtly. "He's a prat. Git. Take your pick."

Romina sighed. "You know what? I'd rather not. I don't plan on arguing with anyone else today. I got a lot on my mind as it is. I'll see you guys later." She walked around them and had all the intentions of going back to her room to do some homework and, who knows, make sure she looked as different as possible.

[esta-elavaris]

Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

How do you begin a story—with the plot, or the characters?

Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener"? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the storu unfold as you go?)

Guilty pleasure -- none that leap to mind right now? I did love the whole modern girl trope and I wrote a lot of very self indulgent utter crap with that trope for LOTR (and it well never, ever see the light of day) before I decided to give it an proper go with CTW. Otherwise, I love the whole "mortal/immortal" trope - Katherine Arden does it amazingly well in the Winternight trilogy...and I may or may not delve into it a bit in the novel 👀

Revisions -- not as much as I should. Twice for most chapters, more if it's an especially significant chapter. Much more for original works, though, just because that's a bit more high-stakes. I'm usually just very wary of the fact that if I dither over fanfic chapters for too long and nit-pick too much, I'll end up getting discouraged and then I'll never post the bloody thing. I hate reading my own stuff until it's already posted and then it's too late if I decide I hate it.

Plot or characters -- usually a bit of both? It depends on the story - a lot of the time I'll go in with one or two scenes in mind, and then I see how I can get there (in CTW it was chapter 83, in LBL it was when the OC meets the, er, in-laws). With OC fanfic it's kind of easier because you have the intended partner right there and then you work out what sort of person would fit well with them - and what sort of person wouldn't be useless or annoying in the plot of the pre-existing thing.

With the novel, the idea came from a dream, so I got plot/setting/character all in one, and that one was a pain in the backside in the early stages because every other character came to me before the MC did. But she arrived fashionably late and I love her.

Gardener or architect - gardener for sure. I went into CTW only really having James' death scene on the Dutchman planned out, and I went into the original novel even more blind than that. As my ambition has grown (both in terms of the projects I take on, and where I want to go with writing in general) it's forced me to take more of an organised approach and really map out chapters just so I can make sure I'm doing it right (especially with the novel bc that's a lot of original world building, which requires a bit of a plan of action), but I go off-script a lot...and when I do, it ends up being better than what I had planned. It keeps writing fun, it lets me surprise myself!

I'm sorry for writing you a whole ass essay here, friend -- ty for the ask 💜

[rebloggedsunsox]

Oooh this one looks like fun!!! Unique questions I can ask myself abt my OC's? With a space theme?? Gimmie gimmie gimmie

☄️ - Probably Arden. He's very impulsive and will not stop to think about his own safety if something needs to be done, literally if his life depended on it. Almost dies like 4 times throughout the story, and then,, uh,,, The Battlefield Tears...

🚀 - Most of the time? Immediately scramble to write about it before i forget it and never forgive myself if i do

🛰 - I'd say Marcus is pretty dependent on his little partner from the Chaos Region (I dont. Have a name for them yet its been 5 years I'm so bad with names). It's a little more of a grey area, because the reasons he's dependent on them are pretty conditional I guess? Im still deciding whether or not i include that part at all tbh

🪐 - None of them really think about marriage honestly, no. Post apocalypse it doesn't really seem like a feasible possibility for those who like relationships to begin with. It wasn't taught to any of the main seven as commonplace, so they never cared for it. Nick the scientist was married, and that was like, it. At most maybe Corey and Rylin would get married years post the end of the story.

🌌 - They change a lot. The story is about understanding what it means to be alive and learning how to live in a world that doesn't tell you where to go from Day 1. Each character's own developments reflect aspects of those main ideas. Or at least, I'm trying to make them give that effect lmao.

🌕 - Uhhhh thats a broad question I'm not sure how I would answer this lol.

🌑 - The main villain for sure. Her intentions aren't made clear right at the beginning, and part of her appeal is how hard she is to predict and outwit. Chaos at its finest, but in a really calculated evil kind of way

🌙 - Well in a physical sense, Chia wears a mask that covers the scars on her face to protect them since they're very sensitive.

☀️ - Cloudia!! She's just very hopeful at heart. She's been through a lot, but she appreciates the little things and makes an effort to help others do the same when they need it too. Most of the main seven are quite optimistic but it manifests in everyone in a different way.

⭐️ - nskanfnqbd no i like them all for different reasons lmao

Space related ask game!

(Because I love space <3)

☄️ Comet - Who is your most self destructive character? Why are they like that?

🚀 Rocket - What do you do when you get new ideas midway through a story?

🛰 Satellite - Do you have a character who is very dependent on another character? Is it healthy or unhealthy?

🪐 Saturn - What do your characters think about marriage? Are any of them married?

🌌 Milky Way - What is the character development like for your characters? Do they change a lot or not much at all?

🌕 Full moon - Do you write symbolism into your story? What does it represent?

🌑 New moon - Who is your most mysterious character? Are they different from what people assume?

🌙 Crescent moon - Do any of your characters have to hide a part of themselves? Why?

☀️ Sun - Who is your most cheerful and positive character? Why are they like that?

⭐️ Star - Do you have a favourite character? If so, why are they your favourite?

[sublimenemesis]

The incomparable @pamellkaaa finished the wedding dance between Arden and Katrina today! I love it so so much. Time to get back into roleplaying in FFXIV!

[vizhi0nw]

Confidence

Pairing: Porco/OC/Reiner

Warnings: NSFW - oral (male/female receiving) handjobs, threesome, face riding.

Words: 4k

I’ve never written a fic for SNK before but I decided...why not. I hope I did Porco and Reiner justice. This is just smut with some backstory and feels (Reiner needs a big hug)

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“Reiner always looks so....sad,” Samira murmured into Porco’s ear. “Like he’s got a lot of thoughts cooped up in his head and doesn’t know how to let them out.”

Porco hummed absently. He, like Samira, couldn’t take his eyes off Reiner. The tall blonde was listening to Zeke speak with half-hearted enthusiasm, his posture slack and his head tilted to one side. His entire demeanor, the entire act screamed discontent. Like he’d given up even attempting to take pointers from Zeke and was instead more interested in the little line of fire ants crawling across the dirt next to the heel of his shoe. 

Samira and Porco were a little ways away, cooped up on a rickety wooden bench, away from the training ground. It was tucked away, secluded, and in the shade - it was the perfect little metaphor for her relationship with Porco, Samira mused. Tucked away. Secluded. She was well aware that people knew she and Porco were together, but it wasn’t something Porco had yet to feel comfortable flaunting in front of Zeke or the other warriors - though, Samira knew he’d like nothing more than to rub it in the Jeager’s face - for reasons she had yet to uncover. 

When Samira looked at Porco, his eyes were still trained on Reiner. His brow was furrowed, lips pulled taut into a line. It was one of the very few times Samira couldn’t read him, and it always seemed to happen when he was gazing at the blonde Warrior who had been a source of flickering ire in his life for as long as Samira could remember. 

She leaned up and gently kissed the exposed skin of Porco’s neck before nipping at his earlobe. “First Reiner, now you. Why the face?”

“He doesn’t have anything to be sad about. Not after I saved his ass on the battlefield,” Porco murmured. “I don’t know what goes on in that brick of a head of his.”

“Maybe you - we - should ask.”

“Maybe I don’t want to know,” Porco turned back to face Samira. “I’d much rather think about what’s going on in your head than his.”

“You already know because I tell you,” Samira giggled as Porco’s mouth covered her own, his kisses quick and demanding but to the point and oh-so arden - all him. When he pulled away, Samira tilted her head in Reiner’s direction. “We should talk to him. I know you don’t like to admit it to yourself, but you’re his friend.”

Porco snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“Pock.”

“Friends on the battlefield, acquaintances off,” Porco replied. “If you insist on talking to him, go ahead. I won’t stop you.” 

Samira didn’t have to go far. Reiner was already heading towards them, his expression the same as before, though a bit less forlorn. Samira gently separated herself from Porco, leaving her partner to sit, arms crossed and with a sour expression on his face.

“Did Zeke chew you out too badly?” Samira inquired.

Reiner shrugged. “Not...as badly as he normally does. What I did on the battlefield was stupid. Reckless. I understand that now.”

“You’re back safe. That’s all that really matters,” Samira said softly. Reiner’s eyes widened a bit, and he nodded his head robotically. Samira could see the flush creeping up his neck to his cheeks, and she was glad Porco had decided to focus his attention on a browning blade of grass. 

Reiner, bless him, had always been terrible at hiding the fact that he was rather enamored with Samira. More than once, Samira had caught him gazing at her with half-lidded eyes, and he always seemed hesitant to approach, especially when Porco was around. Reiner wasn’t one to exacerbate tension, and Samira was positive he’d been spending prior months trying to crush whatever feelings he had for Samira with the same force and drive he used to crush enemies on the battlefield as the Armored Titan. To Reiner, Samira was unobtainable.

Perhaps his sadness was a byproduct of that. Samira wasn’t sure, but she felt she owed it to Reiner - he was a kind man, and his sense of duty rivaled that of Porco. He’d been one of the few people who had stuck up for Samira when Zeke had made it very clear that he harbored no fondness towards her. He was also heavily burdened with emotions from his experiences on Paradis, something Porco had only told her about in passing. Whatever had happened, whatever Reiner had done or seen, had changed him. 

“I’m back, but at what cost?” Reiner murmured. “I...I shouldn’t burden you with my problems, Sam. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I just noticed that you seemed upset. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m available. So is Porco, to be honest. I know he’s an ass but he does care about you,” Samira glanced back towards her partner. “Bottling things up isn’t healthy. Trust me, I know.”

Reiner let out a long sigh. He seemed as if he wanted to talk further, but pulled himself away. “I appreciate that.”

Samira squeezed his arm as he walked past. She felt him stiffen beneath her touch, briefly, before his stride increased and he almost hurried away. Porco finally lifted his head to watch Reiner disappear back inside, once again sporting that same unreadable expression as before. 

One day, Samira would figure out what that expression meant.

                                                         ---

Porco squeezed out the sponge, letting a cascade of hot, soapy water run down the smooth expanse of Samira’s back. 

He felt content to just look at her like she was his prize, which she was. His greatest prize, more important and valuable than any victory on the battlefield. More important than Marley itself, though Porco could never bring himself to admit it to anyone other than Samira. 

Porco leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, one hand running across deep brown skin as she leaned back to rest against him. The thick, tightly packed coils of hair on her head were wet, washed, and smelled like mint. The water of the bath was still the perfect temperature, soothing Porco’s sore limbs and making him wish he could just last in this moment forever. 

He knew it would have to end, eventually. He didn’t want to think about that right now. He wanted to think about Samira and how her soft, flexible fingers were massaging the skin of his thigh -

“We should do something to help Reiner out,” Samira hummed. “He’s upset. I can tell. He needs...something. Help. I don’t know-”

“Talk to Zeke about it. Have him deal with it.”

Samira barked a laugh. “Me? Talk to Zeke?”

She was right. It was a dumb suggestion, and Porco internally cursed himself for not spouting out Pieck’s name instead. Zeke harbored nothing but negative feelings towards Samira, born most likely out of envy. Porco had something that he didn’t. 

Porco sighed and reclined back further in the bath. “Stupid suggestion, I know.”

Samira turned, sitting up a bit to straddle Porco’s hips. He groaned - she was tantalizingly close to him, his cock resting languidly against her inner thigh. He tried not to think about it while she began to speak. 

“The way you look at him sometimes...it confuses me.”

“What do you mean?” 

“I can usually read you like the back of my hand,” Samira murmured. “When you look at Reiner sometimes, I can’t read you. It’s like I’m back to when we first met - you had that same expression on your face when you looked at me. Like you didn’t know what to feel, how to feel.”

“I know how I feel about Reiner,” Porco didn’t even believe those words as they tumbled out. He grit his teeth and ducked his head, waiting for Samira to catch his flub. She didn’t. Like she usually did, she waited for him to compose himself, gave him time, before speaking. 

“You don’t always have to rush into things head-on, Pock. Much less your emotions. I know you think of...of Marcel, when you see him. I know how much it hurts.”

It brought Porco comfort that she did know, empirically so, as she’d lost two of her own siblings to war. She wasn’t just saying it as a pity response. The wounds were raw, real, and deep. Samira herself had yet to heal from hers, either, though she’d made a far better effort than Porco knew he had. 

She was better than him. So much better than him. Porco knew deep down he didn’t deserve someone like her. 

“Both of my brothers died saving me,” Samira whispered. “I knew I wasn’t fit for the battlefield, that I was weak, but I enlisted anyway and they paid for it.”

Porco gripped her arms almost instinctively, holding her tightly and hissing, “You are not weak-” 

“I was weak, Porco. I couldn’t do what needed to be done because I was scared. I told everyone I wasn’t. I pretended to be brave and capable,” Samira’s hands reached up to cradle Porco’s face. “Reiner was a child. You were all children.”

Porco leaned forward and rested his head against Samira’s shoulder. He kissed her damp skin, her shoulder, her neck, before kissing his way up her jaw and finally, her lips. 

“We can...we can try something. To help,” Porco whispered. “Just- fuck - just tell me what you want to do.”

                                                        ---

“Are you sure he’ll agree to this?” Porco dug his thumb into the tight muscle between Samira’s neck and shoulder, casually massaging out a knot beneath the skin. Samira hummed and tilted her head to the side, eyes fluttering shut. 

“I think he will.”

It didn’t take long for Reiner to arrive, shuffling into the room rather awkwardly before closing the door behind him. He looked between Porco and Samira, confusion etched across his face. 

“You wanted to see me?”

“Obviously,” Porco’s tone was smooth and curt. “We called you here, didn’t we?”

 “For what?”

Before Samira could explain, Porco spoke. There was a glint in his eye, and a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He kept a hand steady on Samira’s shoulder, his thumb now stroking patterns against her skin. “You know, Braun, you’re incredibly bad at hiding the way you look at Sam. Eye-fucking another man’s girl across a room isn’t exactly the brightest idea, considering who that man is.”

Reiner sputtered and Samira’s eyes widened at Porco’s words. She reached over to swat his chest, but he caught her wrist, his smile widening. 

“I should beat the shit out of you right now for that,” Porco said. “But I won’t. Instead, I’ll indulge you.”

“W-what do you mean?” Reiner’s adams apple bobbed as he gulped, eyes darting between Samira and Porco. 

“You want to fuck her?” Porco said. 

Reiner didn’t reply. Porco asked again, this time slower.

“I said, do you want to fuck her, Braun?”

“You can say yes,” Samira interrupted. “That’s why you’re here - to answer your question.” 

Reiner’s fingers fell away from where they’d been hovering over the doorknob, though they drifted back up when Porco instructed him to turn the lock. The blonde took slow, methodical steps across the room, coming to stop before Samira. His hands were shaking a bit as he reached out to clasp her face between his big hands. Samira began working at the buttons of his shirt, peeling the cloth away to reveal rippling muscles underneath. 

“I - thank you,” Reiner said.

“Just kiss her, you brute,” Porco rolled his eyes. 

While Porco’s kisses were demanding, Reiner’s were almost needy - like he’d never had them before and wanted more. He and Porco both worked to undress Samira, tossing her clothes away without a care as to where they landed in the room. 

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Porco moaned against Samira’s hair. 

Reiner nodded frantically, before gasping as he was wrestled onto the bed by two pairs of hands. 

“This is for you,” Samira murmured against his lips. She worked on undoing his belt, sliding it off and letting it clatter to the wooden floor. She spread her fingers before curling them around his clothed cock, palming him through his trousers. Reiner writhed against the sheets, bare chest heaving. His eyes travelled from Samira, to Porco, who was yanking his own shirt over his head. 

He was already hard when Samira pulled his pants and undergarments down past his hips and off his legs. His dick was impressive in girth and length, and Samira brushed her palm across the head as she crawled up to kiss him once more. She heard Porco aggressively ridding himself of his own pants, the bed dipping as he joined the duo. 

Samira pulled away and licked a stripe across his collarbone before resuming her journey down his chest, Sweat was beading on Reiner’s brow as he propped herself up to look down at Samira as she gave his cock a few tugs before pushing the head past her lips. 

Reiner’s thighs tensed. Samira felt a hand gently stroke her hair - Porco - as she slid down further on his cock. 

“Ah,” Reiner’s eyes were half-closed, the muscles in his lower abdomen tight. Samira felt soft breathing against her cheek as Porco leaned down, his own lips brushing over Reiner’s cock. He began to leave teasing, suckling kisses against the skin, drawing out filthy moans from deep within Reiner’s gut. He then laid his tongue flat against the broad base, licking a long stripe from root to tip. 

It was Porco who pulled Samira off Reiner’s cock, eventually, though not before smashing his lips against hers for good measure. Reiner watched, mouth agape, cock leaking and happy between his legs. 

Porco’s fingers snuck between Samira’s legs, swiping across her slick folds. 

“Sucking him off got you that wet?” Porco inquired, though there was no jealousy in his tone - only lust. “Fuck.”

Strong fingers gripped Samira’s face. Porco yanked her forward, crushing his mouth against hers, once more, with urgency. Samira felt the bed shift as Reiner began to try and sit up, only to be shoved back down by a strong push from Porco. 

“Stay still. This is for you, after all,” Porco kept a firm grip on Samira’s face, eyes travelling from the proud column of Reiner’s throat, down his barrel chest and hips. Gone was that same hooded-eyed look Samira was used to seeing, instead replaced by one of pure, unsullied desire. He wanted Reiner just as much as Samira.

Maybe that had been the source of “the look” all along. It was no secret to Samira that Porco, like her, had no preference for the gender of his partner - Porco had admitted, several times, that Reiner was an attractive man. Samira just hadn’t read into it as fully as she probably should have. 

“Why don’t you show him how you ride me?” Porco’s large palm drifted across Samira’s back as she happily clambered atop Reiner, his breath hitching as she rested her palms against his chest. She swung a leg over his hip,  and Reiner’s own hand frantically came to grip the base of his cock, sliding the appendage between Samira’s slick folds. 

Porco was watching, eyes narrowed to slits. With a snarl, he reached down to grab Reiner’s face between his fingers - the same motion he’d done to Samira moments earlier - so he could lean down and kiss him. Reiner gave a deep, rumbling moan, eyes slipping closed as Samira sank down onto him, inch by inch, velvety walls trapping his cock in a vice grip. 

It felt heavenly. Reiner felt heavenly.

The bed creaked as Porco pulled away from Reiner and flopped onto his back, the veins on his thick arms pulsing as he gripped his cock and began to stroke. 

“She feels f-fucking amazing, doesn’t she?” Porco could barely speak, and Reiner couldn’t speak at all - he just grunted and nodded in agreement. “Don’t ever f-forget how her pussy feels. You’re only getting it o-once.”

That, Samira knew immediately, was a lie.

Samira lurched forward, legs clamping around Reiner’s hips as her orgasm rocked her entire body. Reiner pumped upward once, twice, before he came - grunting out expletives and gnawing on his lower lip so hard that Samira was scared he would break skin and bleed. His dick was spent, sticky and still leaking as it slipped from her cunt and bobbed before resting against his stomach

“We’re ignoring Porco,” Samira said through her heaving pants. Reiner’s big hand was running across her hips, her lower back, and thighs. He had a half-dazed expression on his face, but perked up when Samira reached over to stroke her partner’s bare, heaving chest. 

“Fucking hell,” Porco moaned. “Both of you will be the death of me, I swear.”

“I couldn’t think of a better way to go,” Reiner replied. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Porco was laughing, shoulders bouncing. He reached out to grip Samira’s thigh, stopping her before she could climb off Reiner’s lap. “I want you on my face next.”

“P-Pock-”

A tilt of the head and a sharp look was enough for Samira to know that he wasn’t kidding.

This was new - Samira had never...well, Porco had never suggested it before during the countless times he’d taken her in this very same bed. She’d imagined it, of course, but she’d never imagined that Porco would ask her to sit on his face. He wasn’t a vanilla guy, but she could tell that Reiner’s presence in the room had changed the way he acted. Perhaps it was some urge to one-up Reiner, prove to him that he, and only he, could make Samira moan and scream and tremble all at once. Samira wasn’t complaining.

Always a competition, Samira mused. 

She allowed herself to smile as she swung her legs on either side of Porco’s head, making sure to give him room to breathe. She braced her hands on the headboard of the bed, fingers curling into the wood as Porco caressed her thighs, her stomach, and then her breasts, tweaking a nipple with his thumb and making Samira mewl. 

“Watch and learn, Braun,” Porco breathed against Samira’s folds. He licked a stripe from one end to the other, and Samira’s hips bucked, her grip on the headboard tightening. His mouth felt so good on her, suckling at her clit before he slid a finger into her tight cunt, crooking the appendage and drawing out filthy sounds from Samira’s parted lips.

Reiner seemed content to just stare, though Samira could see his eyes drifting lower and lower, past the smooth plane of Porco’s stomach to his erect cock. Reiner disappeared from her sight, suddenly, and Samira twisted her head and saw Reiner dive and slip Porco’s cock past his lips. 

“S-shit,” Porco’s hips bucked and he speared Samira on his tongue, fingers slipping from her pussy to reach down and tangle in Reiner’s blonde locks. “What’s got you so f-fucking confident?”

Samira threw her head back and laughed. Her knees and thighs burned but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to come, desperately, and for Porco to get her there. He used his free hand to shove two fingers back inside of her. She could hear Reiner behind her, heard him gag as he sucked Porco’s dick farther and farther into his mouth. 

Porco moaned. Fire exploded in Samira’s gut and she curled forward, and Porco lapped at her like a starving man. The only indicator that he’d come was a subtle tightening of his abs and the sound of Reiner milking him dry, sliding his cock past his lips. 

It took several moments for Samira to peel herself away from Porco, legs spent, her entire body feeling as if it were on a cloud. She collapsed between the two men, Porco remaining on his back while Reiner crawled up, the back of his hand covering his mouth as he wiped away the final evidence of Porco’s release on his lips and chin. 

There were no words spoken between the three, at first. Porco’s eyes were shut, as if he were sleeping. Reiner remained on his side, a distant look in his eyes. Samira was panting still, and she gave a soft sigh. She leaned over and pressed her lips against Reiner’s. 

“Why?” Reiner’s words were soft, though not accusatory. Curious. Just...curious. 

“It was her idea,” Porco mumbled. “You know how she gets. Relentless.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it,” Samira replied.

“Never said I didn’t.”

“Why?” Reiner repeated the question, this time a bit more forcefully. Porco finally opened his eyes, reaching down to yank the covers across all three of them.

“I...I wanted to do something for you, and I was tired of this little dance the three of us have been doing,” Samira answered honestly. “If I overstepped, I’m sorry-”

“No. I enjoyed it,” Reiner insisted. “I...I needed it. This. Thank you.” 

This time, it was Reiner who tilted forward to capture Samira’s lips with his own. When he pulled away, he leaned over to kiss Porco’s neck before returning to his side of the bed. 

Porco’s skin was flushed red, and Samira could see him struggling not to speak. He instead opted to toss an arm across Samira’s waist and turn over to bury his nose in the nest of coily hair on her head. He was the first to fall asleep, leaving Samira teetering on the edge of slumber and Reiner still wide awake, but beginning to drift off.

“He doesn’t hate you, you know. No matter how much he says he does, he doesn’t hate you,” Samira whispered. She absently lifted a hand to stroke Porco’s hair as soft snores began slipping from his parted lips. 

“How do you know?” 

“Because he’s able to love someone like me.”

Reiner gulped, his eyes drifting to Porco’s face. He reached over and flicked off the bedside lamp, dousing the room in darkness. It was a while before he spoke again, his voice barely above a murmur.

“Good night, Sam.”

“Good night, Reiner.”

[dervampireprince]

hi i really love your yt and I wanted to ask if you could do more of Arden or Ambrose.

as i always say, i'm always planning on doing more with my ocs. and as i said in my last announcement/community post i put on all my socials including youtube, i am working on a big ambrose and arden audio to celebrate 10k

and this isn't at you anon i just want to address something that other people have been doing: i keep getting comment on youtube asking where it is or when it will be done and if i'm still doing it and guys... yes, i haven't forgotten, i wasn't lying, i'm working on it but i also have a lot of other things to work on, you just have to be a little patient. i've got other audios to do, i make 3 a week, i've got commissions, i've just planned and did my subathon and now have a bunch of rewards and giveaways to draw and send out, i have etsy, i stream at least twice a week, and i've got a life and want to be able to have free time and spend time with my partner and i have chronic pain that's fine some days and bad other days so. you know. be patient with me. i only announced the audio would happen a couple of weeks ago and it takes longer to make audios with those guys as there's a story people love to follow and i want to be able to be consistent with it, i have to record the audio twice with each character, i have to script parts of it unlike all my other audios which i improvise so. just wait a little.

and if you watch my streams i already said there that i'm aiming for the ambrose and arden audio to be out in late december as that month's second exclusive patreon audio.

[graveyardviolence]

A list of my main aftg OCs bc why not

Minyard Brother AU:

- Arden Minyard, 18-19 yrs old, offensive dealer, #12

- Sid Collins, 19, Arden’s best friend, part of the band

- Lindsey Barbosa, 18, another band kid, grew up with Arden

- Tonya Laurent, 18, a Vixen, Lindsey’s girlfriend and Arden’s childhood best friend

- Ashlynn Cardoso, ex-Raven current Fox, 21, #13

The Crow Universe:

- Mercer Reyes, 20-21 yrs old, offensive dealer, #13

- Blake Gonzalez, Mercer’s partner(?), 20 yrs old, on my team The Crows, also #13, defensive dealer

- Blair Gonzales, Blake’s twin, Co-captain of the Crows, #12, starting goalie

- Rozaliya Thorne, 22, ex-Raven current Crow, #11, starting striker

The Next Gen universe:

- Sienna Mackenzie-Minyard-Day, 17

- Sierra Mackenzie-Minyard-Day, 17

- Jasmine Reynolds, 17

- Iris Walker, 16

- Vanessa Wilds-Boyd, 18

- Elijah Wilds-Boyd, 16

- Jocelyn Klose, 18

- Alejandra Alvarez, 16

- Atlas Minyard-Josten, 17

- Artemis Minyard-Josten, 17

- Solène Knox, 17

[dionaearps]

hi, i’m joey (25, nb, he/they) and i’m looking for some new plots! rules and plot/fc ideas below the cut!

rules.

i rp on tumblr and discord. my strict cut off is 18+ for partners but i generally prefer partners over 21. i have a slight preference for playing girls or nb muses, but mostly because i prefer f/f ships. i’m down for any pair combination, with a big preference for queer ships.

my favourite genres are fantasy, supermatural, sci-fi, dark academia. i generally don’t like plots that are solely domestic, pregnancy/parenting, or celeb/fame rps. further info such as my trigger warnings can be found here.

plots.

period vampires! i don’t have much to say for this one bc there’s lots of directions we could go, i would rly love to play a jodie comer fc for this perhaps…, kind of like interview with a vampire/anne rice style vampires maybe?

i love anything to do with fae lore, esp the rly traditional stuff. also love anything from holly blacks’ fae verses. changeling plots are particuarly *chef’s kiss*.

i have a faulty android muse that i’d love to plot with in a setting based off cypberpunk 2077 (or the original 2020 ttrpg). based on this super old comic from tumblr where the android escapes half-broken from the corp that made them and breaks into a techies’ shop to fix themselves up

fantasy mumus in settings like the elder scrolls or dragon age or a generic ass fantasy settings where we could just make a bunch of ocs and stick ‘em together in a guild like in ur standard dungeons and dragons set up. i have a lot of dnd ocs. and a lot of them will never be used in games so??

something rly cutesy and farmcore with like stardew valley/animal crossing/harvest moon vibes plot where its all whimsical and rural and fervently anti-capitalist but has maybe some soft fantasy vibes (look i just rewatched the animal crossing film and im,, in love once again, bonus for older muses looking for a city escape). i also saw this post that mentioned a witch running a cat shelter like that it’s thats the ship. cat shelter witch x former corporate wage slave turned farm girl.

girl’s. boarding. schools. enough said. could either have a dark academia vibe with a murder mystery OR ghosts/cults/general spooky stuff (or both??).

have any of y’alll read angelology? nun and a cute academic team up to stop nephilim from destroying the world with gabriel’s lyre and then it turns out nun is a nephilim and academic is like actually, nope and suddenly they’re enemies? Love that

fandoms.

generally i prefer to play ocs in fandom settings, but there are a few canon ships i’d like to do.

elder scrolls

fallout

dragon age (leliana/josephine, leliana/warden, morrigan/warden, hawke/isabela, josephine/inquisitor, sera/inquisitor)

the witcher

borderlands

stardew valley

life is strange (chloe/max, chloe/rachel)

tithe

percy jackson

magnus archives

would love a bubbleline or catradora ship as well

faceclaims.

i prefer finding the right fc for the character rather than make plots based on fcs, but here are some i’m interested in:

hunter schafer, zendaya coleman, dev patel, lulu antariksa, chella man, reece king, gabriel darku, barbie feirrera, natasha liu bordizzo, amita suman, moon gayoung, aubrey joseph, danai gurira aron piper, seo kang joon, emmy rossum, maya hawke, kimiko glenn, sophie skelton, ryan potter, michael cimino, mj rodriguez, joe keery, jonathon daviss, lalisa manoban, tati gabrielle, rachel weisz, archie renaux, alilsha wainwright, indya moore, keiynan lonsdale, taron egerton, park chae wo, madison bailey, theo germaine, haley kiyoko, kit young, summer bishil, lana condor, viola davis, vanessa morgan, medalian rahimi, steven yuen, sofia byrant, liv hewson, lucy lui, jordan fisher, avan jogia, malese jow, doona bae, alberto rosende, arden cho, jodie cormer, rudy pankow, marlo kelly, tessa thompson, lyrica okano, lupita nyong'o, anya chalotra, naomi scott, neve campbell, erinn westbrook, brianne tju, ryan destiny, bryna marquezine, maisie williams, nick robinson, jessica parker kennedy, freddy carter, kaylee bryant, millie brady, bridgette lundy-paine, oscar isaac, sen mitsuji, im jinah, jessie mei li, lee pace, oliver jackson-cohan

[consumedkings-archive]

🌲🌼💦 for Arden, Isolde, Helmi, Santi, and Varya please ☺️💜

LICI thank u for spoiling me as u have done always!!!!! so happy to share the bebes with u <3 partially under the cut for length & eds, infertility, prev trauma etc!

i am breaking this up into two parts because it is SO MANY my love for u is endless lici

soft oc asks!

🌲 how deeply does your oc feel? are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? what are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

this one is a bit of a tricky one! ade's brain tends to run on different frequencies a lot; things that most people would consider important are often written off as non-crucial and left to the wayside to leave room in her brain for what she thinks is "need-to-know". that being said, arden is exceptionally perceptive! she spends a lot of time reading people and seeing people and gauging their reactions, so even though something she says might come across as callous or unfeleing, rest assured she is cataloguing someone's response to it all the same. i think she can be empathetic, a lot of the time, but almost exclusively for the people that she has tabbed or bookmarked as "important" in her brain--and that number is quite small.

when it comes to comforting those few folks who make it through the 9 circles of hell layers of vetting her brain does to prioritize information, ade tries her hardest to be a place of safety. more than anything, she thinks it's important that people have that--a place of no judgment, a place where someone can listen. all of those people watching skills kick in full force and use when someone she loves is under duress. that being said, she's still going to be painfully straightforward, but that's better than not being listened to at all!

🌼 who are this character's friends and found family? how did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? what do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

arden's friends tend to be few and far between. not for any reason other than that the woman is just plain busy. if she's not at work at the clinic, she's going to (or sometimes hosting) virtual and in-person lectures, working on her third degree, spending time with her dogs. she's got a lot on her plate and that doesn't leave a lot of room for friends. i wouldn't even go so far as to say that arden is really friends with any of jacob's siblings, except for maybe faith; joseph she regards as a hard-to-measure variable, and john--in the gentlest way possible--she almost never thinks about at all.

pre-reaping, i would say the closest person she had to a friend that wasn't jacob would have been either dutch or sharky. dutch, because they just vibe, and sharky because the man is such a lovable idiot, how could you not? the amount of times sharky would ask her about medical issues or injuries he'd sustained and she'd have to remind him she's an "animal doctor" are boundless.

💦 if you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this oc’s life what would it be and why?

definitely would be the years that arden spent battling her eating disorder. if not for the grief it caused her, also because the extensive amount of damage it did and the resulting infertility. as fun as it is for arden to "schedule" sex with jacob for when she's "most fertile" (lmao), the infertility treatments are painful and each time she realizes it didn't take is another blow to her emotions.

🌲 how deeply does your oc feel? are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? what are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

isolde would like to say that she feels nothing at all, at any point in time, unless she absolutely wants to, but we all know that's wrong. girlfriend has GOT to be in control of literally anything she is involved with and this is because she has pretty potent emotions. i would say, though, that soli is quite adept at keeping herself in check when it comes to anything that isn't like, telling john to eat shit. she doesn't like getting rattled. in that vein i think she has a hard time connecting with people who openly wear their emotions--she struggles to do that so it's hard for her to empathize with that. and boy HOWDY is this girl UNCOMFY!!! when someone confides in her or needs comforting. lmao.

🌼 who are this character's friends and found family? how did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? what do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

you know, soli is actually on really good terms with her family. her parents are in love, and loving; her sister is her best friend in every sense of the word. even though isolde works hard to keep people at arm's length, i think she's (begrudgingly) a loving person and that means that by proximity she ends up making friends. also, she would argue that she's quite hilarious and thus everyone should want to be her friend! outside of her family i think she's closest with john and jacob, even over joseph--john, because they went to uni together and business together and she made him get clean before he went back to hope county, and jacob because they just vibe well. they have an understanding and they get each other's sense of humor. unfortunately for john, isolde would not fuck him if someone offered her a million dollars.

@vasiktomis is convinced jacob and isolde want to bang it out i will leave that up for speculation

💦 if you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this oc’s life what would it be and why?

this kind of goes without saying but you know, her entire marriage with alec. not even specifically like, the parts of them where he put his hands on her--but the emotional duress of the entire thing. dragging his ass through court. smashing his face with a face. taking him for half of his networth. but mostly, explaining to her parents that the man she'd been with for almost 15 years had been getting physical with her almost the entire time.