#OC drabble

[robotcorsair]

By its cover - part 1

"Shouldn't you be more whimsical? You look like a lawyer." 

The fairy squinted, crow's feet spreading around his eyes. "Shouldn't you be less whimsical? You look like you sell candles at the farmer's market."

The vampire laughed brightly. "How'd ya guess?"

"Wait, really?"

"Nah, can't be in the sun, would make it difficult." The vampire winked. "I teach midnight yoga classes."

The fairy pinched the bridge of his nose, dislodging his glasses. "Are you fucking with me right now?"

The vampire smiled. "No, sir! Shall we get on with this meeting? By the way, what's your name?"

The fairy sighed.

[witchy-shortcake]

That one Jade drabble i promised i would write.

TW⚠️: This story contains mentions of drinking and substance abuse, if you find those themes triggering i advice you to Skip this.

I really hope you all enjoy my first attempt at a semi-decent whump drabble.

Jade came stumbling into the apartment. She didn't even bother to take off her boots, which were leaving muddy footprints everywhere.

Slumping against the wall, she managed to reach the couch and crah face first into the cushioned surface, letting out a small muffled sound.

She sat Up as best as she could, wincing in pain, and started undressing, tossing her blood-stained clothes aside, leaving on only her bra and panties. There's were still a couple hours before she had to pick up Sunny from school so she could clean It all Up later.

She examined the bullet wounds on her leg and forearm, she was sure she could dig the bullets out of there herself, she wasn't a newbie anymore, but, still, she would need a little... Numbing if she wanted It to work.

She crawled towards one of the drawers she always kept locked so her sister wouldn't try to play with it's contents, leaving a bloody trail on the floor, and took out some pills, gauze and a bottle of cheap liquor. Those would probably do the trick.

She stumbled back to the couch with the little strenght she had left and downed the pills in one go, followed by a big gulp of absolutely disgusting alcohol that tasted like rusty nails. She then closed her eyes and waited for the pain to subside, taking another hit from the alcohol bottle every time she felt the burning pain of her wounds, which were seemingly already starting to get infected.

Jade finaly started feeling the effects of the drugs coursing through her system. She bit into the shirt she had casted aside before to try and avoid screaming and started digging her fingers into one of the wounds. The pain made her see black spots but the alcohol and The pills were numbing the sensations down to some degree, and she sure was thankful for that.

She managged to dig out both of the bullets and poorly wrap both the open wounds in gauze. She got Up from the couch, skinny legs trembling with the effort to walk to the bathroom to clean herself without putting too much weight in the injured leg. When she got there she turned the water on to draw herself a cold bath and disposed of her underwear. She took the rest of the pills out of their bag and swallowed them before going into the bathtub.

She slipped into the bathtub, letting out a sigh of relief as the freezing water made Contact with her sweat-soaked skin, her wounds stung like hell but It wouldn't last long, the drugs were already starting to take effect and She could feel It, she only had to wait a couple of minutes more.

Before she knew It, Jade was barely conscious, her head kept above water but not for long. She felt hot and nauseous and her head felt like It was stuffed with cotton. She could no longer tell when or where she was anymore.

If she could have looked at herself from outside of her body, Jade would have though It was ironic, She looked almost like he did, when she found him in his apartment almost three months ago, feverish, high out of his mind and injured beyond repair, marinating in a mixture of old bathwater and his own blood for god knows how long, but, somehow, still Alive and kicking. But, if she didn't manage to get Up before the bathtub overflowed and her head ended Up under water Jade would not have the same luck.

She woke Up again almost an hour later. The water had thankfully stopped running, and The one that she was bathing in was a brownish red, from her Blood and all the dirt that she had come home covered in. She crawled out of the tub, leaving behind the drenched and bloody bandages and managed to take a few steps before she fell to her knees, overcome by pain and overwhelming nausea. She held back her hair as best as she could, even though It was damp and plastered to her face, and started spewing out all the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. She had barely eaten anything for the past few days, but still, she felt like her body was purging out all her sins, along with what seemed like an endless flow of watery vomit.

When her stomach finaly stopped convulsing she fell to the ground, too exhausted to even cry in pain when her head hit the cold floor, falling into a far from blissful sleep.

[novemberhope]

Guess I'm in my revolutionary era again... well, sue me. The story was originally supposed to feature Elliara and Sabo as well, but it's too long already, so we only have Ginny and Dragon.

Here we go:

Surprised by the soft knock on the door, Dragon looked up from the papers he'd been looking at. This was usually not the hour people came to see him. "Come in," he said. To his surprise, it was Ginny who walked in. She seemed unsure of herself and after the events of the last few days, she looked like she hadn't slept in months. Her arm was covered in bandages, she was limping and her face looked like someone had used it as a punching ball. "Gin," he greeted her. This was usually not the person who came to see him either. "How can I help you?" She had never come to him before and he wondered what that was all about. For once, she did not seem angry, which for her, was a first. "About yesterday..." Ah yes, yesterday. They were all lucky to be still alive. Many other people hadn't been that lucky. It was a big setback and they would need some time to recover from that. "I'm sorry," she said. "I tried really hard to ... I'm still to weak ... I should have..." "Ginny," he quickly interrupted her. "You did good. Really really good. There was nothing more you could have done." "Then why do I feel so miserable?" she asked.

"Because sometimes what we do sucks," he bluntly told her. "In the end, it will be worth it. But in between, it's going to be hard. We won't always win." "But like this..." She closed her eyes. "We almost didn't make it out of there... and then it would have been... all over... again..." She barely held back her tears which was unusual for her, too. He'd seen her angry many times, but never this close to tears. But knowing her backstory, he understood where she was coming from. Twice she had lost her crew - once because she had left, which had been a big mistake on her part because she had trusted the wrong person - and once due to them being captured and nearly everyone having been killed. Coming this close to a third time had clearly shaken her up.

"But we're alive," he firmly reminded her. "We're a little worse for the wear, but we've made it." "Not thanks to me." "It doesn't have to be thanks to you, Ginny. It's a team effort and we are all trained for situations like this, not just you. It was a harsh blow and we will need time to recover from this, but it's not the end of the world." It had felt like the end of the world for him too. But he had pulled himself together and forced himself to focus on the future. He was their leader, he could not allow himself to dwell on thoughts of what might have been. He had to focus on getting them ahead again.

Ginny slowly nodded. He looked at her and remembered the angry and broken young woman Sabo had brought back one day. It's taken some time, but she had started to change. She wasn't quite where he hoped she would be one day, but she was getting there. "When you came here, your one goal was to learn to fight, to get strong and then get the hell out of here," he reminded her. "Guess I didn't get the hell out of here," she muttered, slowly lifting her head. "You think I should have?" "I'm glad you didn't," he told her. "As long as you want to stay, you are part of this crew." He could see her face lighting up, although she was trying not to let it show too much. "Get some rest, Gin," he told her. "Knowing you, you'll be waking up Koala at the break of dawn and demand another training sesson." He paused, since she was looking more like she needed a trip to the infirmary. "I guess telling you to get some rest will be ignored anyway?" She grinned. "Probably... I feel fine... the pains helps me to push through it." She paused. "Unless it's an order?" That was something that had taken some time to get into that stubborn head of hers - that orders needed to be followed. "I'm not wasting my breath with this," he replied. "You are old enough to know your limits." Also, he trusted Koala to put a stop to it when it got out of hand because Ginny had yet to learn the meaning of "getting some rest" and "letting it go". "Okay then..." She turned towards the door but turned back around to face him. "Thanks, Dragon..." "You're welcome," he told her. He watched her go and then turned back to the papers on his desk with a sigh. He might have helped Ginny to move past it a little bit, but while he knew he needed to move forward, it would still take time until he could let it go as well.

[puppet-strung-moon]

The Blood Stained Knuckles:

[CW: Minor Depictions of Violence and mentions of Energon/Blood]

Eviscerate had finally gotten her sons to sleep, hyperactive gremlins they were; ever since their sparkling years. Eviscerate sighs tiredly as she pulls himself into bed, he lays down after a short moment and just stares up at the ceiling. She sighs once more as she slowly powers off her optics to finally sleep.

When he opens his optics. He finds himself in the pits once more, being cheered at by middle cast and leered at by elites in their precious box seats, away from the bloodshed and rabble rousers. Eviscerate look onward to the crowd not feeling the same way he did many years ago. He felt so tired and bored of it all, the sadistic joy he once had for this blood sport long since faded and all she felt was disgusted for being used so long.

She unfortunately didn’t have time to process her past sins as her opponent appeared before him. He took a breath as he looked up at his larger opponent. He wasted no time and begun his attack, even with one of his legs not being as strong as it used to, he maintained his speed and agility. She swung her fist right into her opponent’s face with all the trained force she could muster, busting her opponent’s jaw and disorienting them. The opponent stumbles back but as it does so more fighters appear in the ring, many of shape and size that she had defeated many centuries ago, all coming back to haunt her for all their energon she had spilt on the arena floor. He was overwhelmed but knew never to show that while fighting, opponents always took advantage of that.

She brutalized them all like clockwork. Torn off the wings of another flightframe, snapped the neck and torn the spark out of a Hauler, bludgeoning many insecticons with her bare fists. The crowds cheered and roared loudly as there was one opponent left standing, a speedster. They were always tricky but they found out much like flightframe as she was one, speedsters got cocky when they presumed they were untouchable due their speed. Eviscerate knew better and waited for the right moment and grabbed the speedster by their face and began to squeeze with practiced strength. Her demeanor immediately shifted when the shadowy look off the speedster slipped away revealing, “Scythe?”.

Eviscerate snapped opened his optics immediately from recharge, breathing heavily as he looked up at the ceiling once more. She hated that dream, nightmare? Didn’t matter which, she hated it. She would never do that to her children. Ever. He laid there a moment longer before drifting back to sleep. Feeling the energon staining his knuckles as he did so.

[feybeasts]

One vague idea I've had- I don't know if I'd make it a story or just keep rotating it in my head- is the notion of... as part of finding her voice, her sense of self and pride, Kamila discovers a tome in the Library that is just... the story of a doomed world of some kind, and in reading it, is given the chance to change it, to avert catastrophe.

The idea of this punk with this very low opinion of herself being able to... I don't know, build her notion that she DOES have agency, that she CAN get better that way, it's speaking to me...

[nkinaazu]

reminders of his best friend

a/n some self indulgence :> (i have no idea if i tagged this right; i have never written oc x reader before)

cw: oc x reader, comparison to his (oc’s) best friend, unrequited(?) love, slight oc lore

-151 words-

“eh?” lian lets out a small squeak of surprise as you pet his soft green-brown hair.

he continues to lay on the grass burying his face in his black jacket that’s bundled up to be a small pillow. just as you continue to pet him before pulling away, now smiling down at him.

he looks up at you, now looking in your eyes, this feels familiar, he thinks. he wonders, what it is, but soon gives up now looking at you with cute, pleading eyes, wanting more affection.

then he remembers and lets out a small “oh.” he remembers, you remind him of her, his dear best friend. he remembers how she used to do the same: gently petting him as he lays on the floor, comparing him to a cat. he dearly misses her, and he wishes she would come back; he wants — no — needs her to come back soon.

[necromancer-4-hire]

Mortal Kombat OC banter

(The statue of Lord Shinnok in the main hall has been destroyed under mysterious circumstances.)

Or not so mysterious... Shinnok is pacing back and forth rubbing his face while his wife, Rashid is standing far enough that he can't reach her but not too far to see the red glint in Shinnok's eye.

" I am at a loss for words."

She gulps and hesitantly looks at him. "Does this mean I'm punished for all eternity?"

He breathes out, "It could be but that wouldn't solve anything."

"Just say whatever is on your mind Lord Shinnok..."

He walks closer to her and balls his fists tightly.

"Of all the damned things you destroy IT HAD TO BE THIS!?"

Rashid shivers at Shinnok's anger.

" By the Gods, woman, I'd drive a stake through your heart, but I don't think anything could kill you!"

It's silent in the main hall for several minutes until Shinnok breathes in and sighs.

"Alright, this can be fixed. In the meantime stay out of this room and away from me for at least another hour."

Rashid swallows a sob and bows, "I'm sorry..."

The dark lord shuts his eyes and nods, "You are forgiven; just... go keep yourself busy."

Rashid rises and scurries out of the destroyed room meanwhile Shinnok turns his attention to Quan Chi.

"See to it that this is all repaired, my statue replaced, and... that no one breathes a word about what happened today."

The necromancer smirks at the humorous turn of events. Well humorous to him anyway.

"How do you think this happened?"

Shinnok pulls out a chair and slumps looking at the destruction his wife made.

"I have no idea."

[faewritesshit]

Another NPC drabble. This one is more fun less angst

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It was cold, the wind sharp as it bit at Micah’s cheeks, despite this, his hands felt sweaty shoved in his pockets. Austin’s grocery was right around the corner, and Micah could feel his heart in his throat. He shouldn’t be this nervous, and yet he found his breath shuddering as the flickering “Open” sign came into view. The straps of his backpack were digging into his shoulders, a bead of sweat sent a shiver down his spine, it felt like there was a stone stuck in the toe of his shoe, and the bell above the door seemed entirely too loud as he pushed it open. The buffeting wall of warm air was effective in shocking his system back into regular functions again, and he took in the room around him. The teenager behind the counter barely glanced up from whatever she was doing at the noise of the door, letting out a barely detectable sigh as she tugged a headphone out of one ear and let it dangle. He hadn’t seen her here before. That was fine. He was fine. He turned, a bit too abruptly, to head down the aisle closest to him. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular, in fact he hadn’t even planned to buy anything here at all, but he needed time to regroup.

Leslie wasn’t here, so he has no reason to be here either. He could just buy the granola bar that had made its way to his hand, and a drink once he stopped staring blankly at the wall of soda, and then leave. And never come back- no.

Leslie wasn’t here, and he was out of time. He was headed up to the register, items in hand, and cleared his throat. The clerk shoved a notebook under the counter as she finally acknowledged him.

Leslie wasn’t here, but clearly this kid has to know them. He could just buy his things, a Dr. Pepper and a snickers had made their way into his hands now, leave a message for them, and then leave. And go into hiding immediately- also no.

“Hey, anything else?” She was small, definitely young with light blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. A sticker name tag on her shirt read “Olive”.

“No.” He answered on autopilot. It was too late to back out now, Micah would never come back if he stopped here. “Well-”

She had already finished scanning and bagging, and her hand paused over a button on the screen. A raised eyebrow was the only form of question asked.

“Is Leslie here?” He hoped the question didn’t sound as shaky as it felt.

Given the suspicious narrowing of her eyes, it did. “Why?” The question was drawn out as she leaned back away from the counter, arms folding over her chest.

“I just-” The words caught in his throat. “We uh- Well I just thought I’d stop by to say hi,” that’s a normal thing to do, right? “but they’re not here, so. Another time.” Something about those blue eyes were too sharp for his stress levels currently, instead he chose to keep his eyes locked on the pin pad, it was stuck on a rotating processing screen.

“Who are you?” The question startled him enough to break his stare.

“Micah?” It came out as a question more than an answer.

The narrowed eyes widened a bit in recognition. Not a good sign. “I can get them if you want.” Finally, the processing screen ended and the pin pad chimed urgently for him to remove his card.

“No, that’s alright.” Play it cool. This was fine, Micah wasn’t panicking at all. “I’ll catch them some other time.” He tried giving her a smile.

“Sure…” He didn’t like the tone of her voice as she pushed the bag towards him and held out the receipt. “See ya, then.”

“Yeah.” He was thankful to have something to hold again. “See you around.” It was a small town so it probably was true either way.

The chime of the bell was jarring again as he rushed to leave the store. He wasn’t looking where he was going, too focused on his feet and what to do next that he didn’t process that there was a person in front of him until they had fully collided. Micah was bounced backwards, and would've surely ended up on his ass were it not for the hands on his shoulders, holding him upright.

“Fuck, I am so so sorry.” The apologies were rolling off his tongue before he had even looked up. The rest of whatever he had planned to say was purged from his head when he found himself face to, well, chest, with Leslie.

“Chill,” They brushed the creases out of the fabric of his sweater and gave him a half smile. “No harm no foul.” The smell of sandalwood and something sweet invaded Micah’s senses, artificial cherry clung to their breath. “You got somewhere to be?”

“No, not really.” Micah tried to take a deep breath as he took a step back, out of their space. “I just stopped by to say hi, I thought you weren’t here today.”

“I’m always here, Micah,” They said it with an eye roll. “but I’m glad I caught you, it looked like you were in a hurry.” With a hand on his shoulder, Leslie turned Micah around before throwing an arm over his shoulder, pulling them both back into the store, out of the biting wind.

“Oh good.” Olive was back to being focused on her notebook as they re-entered the store. “Your friend found you.” Micah didn’t have the brain power to decipher her tone, being pulled so close to Leslie’s side.

Physical touch was something that Micah had never been used to. Always overwhelming and forceful on his nervous system, usually sending it into a spiral. Leslie didn’t seem to have that problem, always ruffling hair or putting an arm on your shoulder or a pat on the back. They were touchy, and Micah hadn’t yet gotten used to it.

“Micah,” Leslie finally released him, but kept a hand on his shoulder, holding him at arms length, using their other hand to gesture at him, and then to Olive, “this is Olive. Olive, Micah. She works here on occasion.”

”Leslie violates child labor laws.” She didn’t look up from the notebook, continuing to detail the eye that Micah could now see.

“I don’t.” Leslie chuckled as they gave Olive’s hair a rough tousle, which she ignored. “She hangs around enough, figured I might as well put her to work.”

”Careful,” Olive finally looked up at Micah, “They’ll get you too. I think they’re starting to form a habit of it.”

”So what’s up?” Leslie seemed content to ignore the warning as they reattached their name tag. “You free for the day?”

”Y-yeah, my last class got out a bit ago.” He was starting to relax into the environment, the bickering reminded him of his siblings. “Figured I’d get some snacks before getting into my readings.”

”We’re kinda out of the way aren’t we?”

”And I wanted to say hi?” Again it came out as more of a question than he wanted it to.

Leslie took a moment to study him, eyes searching and laced with worry. The anxious itchy feeling was coming back, he could practically feel the pressure of their eyes on him, and the quiet in the room wasn’t helping. Carly Rae Jepsen was playing softly over the speakers. Apparently Leslie had found what they were looking for because they finally broke the silence.

”Wanna hang here? We won’t bother you if you need to focus.” Neither of them had noticed Olive studying the exchange.

”Sure,” Micah hadn’t expected the wave of relief that washed over him at the offer. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

”Cool.” It was the only response Leslie gave before working to pull a small folding table and accompanying chair closer to the counter for him.

Before he knew it, Micah was settled at the table, heavy anthropology textbook open before him, with notebooks and highlighters spread around it. Leslie and Olive were on opposite sides of the counter, Leslie in the process of teaching her how to play poker. It took Micah three games to realize that Olive was hustling them. It took Leslie five. Eventually, Micah was roped into the game, his reading left half-done and pushed to one side of the table to make room. Their pot consisted of a handful of snack sized candies and raunchy stickers, and they were all playing to win. Customers filtered in and out, but all of them seemed accustomed to the shenanigans of the store. One joined in for a round after making their purchase, but almost all of them at least inquired as to who was winning. Olive proudly told them about her initial con. It was amusing to watch her puff out her chest, and see Leslie try to defend themself by guilting her. It wasn’t effective.

Soon enough, the sky was darkening and the street lights were turning on. As full dark began to set in, Olive received a very worried call from her foster parent, which Leslie had to take over. Ten minutes, and plenty of complaining, later, a car pulled up to take her home, and it was just the two of them left in the store.

“Thanks for letting me hang around today.” Micah was slowly packing up his supplies, keeping his hands busy.

”You’re welcome anytime.” Leslie was partway across the room, starting the actual work that had been avoided throughout the evening. “I know it can be hard.”

Their honesty never failed to take him by surprise, and a stillness hung in the air. For some reason, he felt like he should apologize. “It was a lot of fun, if I’m honest. Olive is… a character.”

”Better get used to her.” Leslie chuckled. “I can’t seem to get rid of her.”

The zipper of his backpack drew Leslie’s attention away from their sweeping.”I guess I should probably be heading back.” Neither of them moved.

”Where’s your roommate?”

He didn’t understand how they always seemed to know what was happening before he said anything. “Left for home yesterday night. Early weekend.” It felt like an admission of guilt.

There was another pause, they just stood, each watching the other. “I can at least give you a ride home.” They crossed the room in a few slow strides, leaning the broom against the counter as they started to go for their keys. Micah watched as they hesitated, turning halfway to look at him. “Or you could stay, if you want?”

“I’ll stay.”

[toastthewolfie]

Sole Survivor [ A Drabble about Whisper ]

We started this together.

I remember it like it was yesterday, how we laughed, how almost all of you had fallen asleep before the sun fell below the horizon.

How me and Zachary were the last ones up, staring at the stars. How we had an actual conversation for the first time in months.

I remember how quickly it was taken away from us.

How Azure bled out.

How Hazel was rushed when she was about to recover.

How Echo was forcefully ascended into godhood, only to fall in the battle of the heavens.

How Ezra sacrificed themself for a risky experiment that, if it succeeded, would give humanity the ability to fight back.

How Zachary was killed in an attempt to save Ezra from their twisted reality.

How none of it mattered in the end.

How in the end, all of your sacrifices meant nothing, that the end of the war was brought by a two person team unrelated to us.

We started this together but…

Why am I the only one left?

“Because it is you who never truly existed in the first place.”

Note: the last two sentences are what inspired this Drabble, feel free to use the idea if you want?

[oc-heaven]

“You want to go after a unicorn that has killed multiple hunters?” Arlo squeaked as he looked at Adonis searching for any sign of a joke.

“Yes. This isn’t the first time I’ve done something like this.” Adonis grunted.

“W-what! You’re joking… right?” Adonis didn’t answer or look up. “...Oh, he’s not joking..." Arlo’s jaw dropped. “How the hell did you get into a situation where you had to kill a unicorn?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ashir said as she sat next to Adonis. It probably had to do with his past. One that she herself wished to know, but Ashri knew it was a sensitive subject.

“I’ll kill it tomorrow, but I’m going to bed now.” He said standing to go into the inn.

“Night, daddy!” Mila said as she played a card game with the twins and for the briefest moment Adonis smiled. Something both Ashri and Aisley caught.

“Yeah, night kid," Adonis murmured as he picked up his sword and left.

“You’re a lucky kid,” Aisley said as they watched the flames of the fire. “That guy doesn’t care about people, but he would throw his life away for you.”

“I know he would,” Mila said as she took a card from Allen. “And daddy does like people. He just got hurt by someone he loved…” The young werewolf knew the most about Adonis considering she was his adopted daughter, but she never spoke about what she knew.

“Yeah, can’t you tell he has a kind heart?” Ashri asked the witch. Aisley just grunted as they got up and said goodnight. Leaving Ashri, Mila, the twins, and Arlo around the fire

[robotcorsair]

By its cover - part 2

(part 1)

“Since we’re supposed to be showing goodwill, you can call me Dandelion-,” he stopped when he saw the look on the vampire’s face.

“Really? Now you’re the one who’s fucking with me, dude!” The vampire could barely hide his mirth.

Dandelion pushed his glasses up with a finger. “Flower names are actually common in my culture. I’m named after my great-grand-uncle, who-“

“Cool, my man, but I will not be calling you Dandelion in front of the humans!” The vampire was outright laughing now.

Dandelion held back from erasing him from existence.

“Anyway, I’m calling you Dan!”

Dandelion blinked. “What?”

[dread0narrival]

https://www.tumblr.com/mostly-funnytwittertweets/734701467294973952?source=share

And answering Vesper is cheating :P

I hope you have a wonderful 2024 ❤

Well I haven’t introduced em yet since they’re a fairly recent creation but I have basic info to share! That’s my luchador OC Furiosa and exciting profession lol when she’s in the ring her persona “Furiosa” is a pompous fighter that bullies and goats her opponents when she’s not show boating. She’s a seasoned wrestler and has been in the lucha libre scene for years. She puts on a good show I like to think the fans see her as an antagonist and they cheer for the “good guys” team to win LOL but outside of the ring she’s laid back and friendly. Completely opposite to the role she plays in the ring.

I sketched up a quick ref of her luchador outfit the other day but it’s only a first pass so it’s still a bit rough lol (ugly censors bec I know how trigger happy tumblr gets with the shadowbans)

[why-did-i-move-here]

Instead of just full on answering these questions I might write little blurbs around the answers instead.

Basically, using them like a writing prompt...

Ready, set, go!

Edgy/misc OC ask meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Send me a number and an OC, and I'll answer.

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

How does your OC behave when enraged?

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

[rotoa]

Tyler Scott Drabble

Prompt: If you could go back in time to change one event, would you do it? Why, or why not? Word Count: 811

Tyler Scott had a gift.

Maybe it wasn't a rare gift, or anything particularly interesting, but it made her feel abnormal - special, even. And she lived for that validation. It was hard not to, when you've had an entirely normal life in a city of freaks.

Everyone had some sort of sob story. Normalcy was a myth in a city running rampant with fear and chaos. No, correction; Normalcy was chaos.

So Tyler wasn't special. Not really. But she was the type to roll with the punches, throwing out a witty comment here and there to cope. That wouldn't stop her from acting like hot shit, though, if she could help it. Did that mean antagonizing the GCPD and Bats to an irritating, but not threat-level degree to feel like she was important? Yeah. Dangerous, reckless, stupid - but she was desperate for the thrills.

So imagine her surprise when something truly strange happened.

Tyler makes portals. A fairly average gift, teleportation was. Maybe it wasn't super common - she certainly wasn't well-versed in the statuses of other metahumans - but it definitely wasn't unique as far as comic-level superpowers went. Even outside of Gotham, there were speedsters, aliens, gods- She heard about it all over the internet forums she scoured with a relentless fervor.

It was terrifying.

It was cool.

She'd spoken loosely about her abilities on the aforementioned forums, and the speculation was absolutely insane. An ability like portals was entirely dependent on how her power bent the fabric of reality to link two points together. Did it fold reality, creating warp points on the world map, or was there potential to go deeper? Could she fold spacetime itself, creating the potential for interdimensional- or time-travel?

There was so much she hadn't considered. The common denominator was always her blood, but the potential was seemingly infinite. It got her thinking.

And thinking.

And thinking.

Until she remembered something. And she wondered.

Was it possible to change something so small but so significant?

-o-

It was her twelfth birthday. She remembered it clearly, remembered the date overlapping with her parents' wedding. She wasn't upset. Her parents hadn't been able to wed until then, so it was a wonderful occasion. She even got presents, too, alongside her parents! It was a win-win.

But.

Tyler had wanted to cut the cake. Her mother had laughed, her voice full of mirth, and relented.

There was an accident.

Blood spilled.

It would have been fine - it was a small cut, a slip of the hand, Tyler would have been fine-

If she hadn't begun falling. If time hadn't shifted around her, accommodating her sudden travel through reality. Searching, searching, searching for a place to plop her down, another waypoint to send her to-

She was eventually spat back out of the portal, rising from the warp point like rising from a puddle of ink or paint. She was fine, thankfully - the wound was already closing. (Did she have a minor healing factor? It would make sense, given her blood has to be the source of her transportation-) But there were stares.

Everyone had seen her use her power.

And there was fear in their eyes.

She wasn't a superhero, after all. With her disposition, she was more a liability than anything. It made sense. She wasn't mad. She understood.

And yet, it still hurt.

-o-

Tyler wondered idly, staring at her open palm - she had no destination that day, so reality spat her back out. But what would happen if she tried to slide through the cracks in reality made by her own power?

Would she and her younger self trade places?

Would a younger Tyler inhabit a modern gotham? Or worse, would they mentally trade places? Would there be a way back?

Questions, questions, questions.

Tyler bit the nail of her thumb. A nervous habit, meant to help her focus her chaotic thoughts. She wanted to try. She really, really wanted to see how far her warping and portals went.

But she could not deny that she feared the inability to return. She was unhinged, but she was not fearless. Right now, she was capable - well-versed in her power, as well as she could be on vigilantism as practice and rampant theorizing. If her twelve-year-old self was shot forward in time, it could lead to all sorts of questions, and chaos, and-

The thought was too much.

It was a huge personal risk. One she was not willing to take. If she could use it to send someone else barreling through time, she would in a heartbeat. But Tyler had no one she could use, much less anyone she could trust with that kind of knowledge.

Tyler was alone.

Tyler filed away that line of thinking for a later date. She promised herself she wouldn't return to it unless absolutely necessary.

It was enough.

For now.

[sprst4r]

Fuck it, Oc Posting

His name is Peter K. Thomas and his wife is named Clara.

One more time. One more time, and he’d swear he could kill him.

The same stupid coworker just had to do his stupid shoulder grab he did every time he was around Peter.

And just like that, the same stupid memories of being hit and shoved into a closet instead of eating dinner resurface again, and again, and again.

That damn coworker.

Peter didn't know how many times he had told him he didn’t like being touched. Physical contact just didn’t mean as much to him as it did Peter, he supposed.

However, there was physical contact he did like sometimes. The physical contact from one person, the only person he truly loved.

”Clara?” He called into their house. He set his keys in the dish by the door.

”Yes, honey?” She called back. He could tell she was in the kitchen.

”I’m home,” Peter replies softly. She comes over to him with a smile and it shines from her black lipstick.

“Obviously. You’re home.”

He grabs hold of her first, cupping her hips gently and leaning up to kiss her.

”Missed me?” She asks.

He hums and plops his head into her shoulder. When she wraps her arms around his back, he breathes out a sigh.

”You did,” She answers for him.

For a moment, she runs her hands up and down his back, rubbing in the places she feels the most tension.

”What’s wrong?” She whispers to him.

”Don’t like being touched…” He murmurs.

”I can stop if you want.”

”No. Don’t stop…please,” He wraps his arms around her in return and brings her closer.

“Bad day at work, sweetie?”

“Mrph…That asshole Cortez keeps putting his hands on me no matter how many times I tell him not to…”

”Oh. I see. You wanna talk about it? Wanna tell me how you feel?”

”No….No. Just wanna feel you.”

She then pulls away from him a bit so she can place a soft kiss on his forehead. At that, he smiles.

She giggles, “Oh, is that all you need? You’re all too easy to please, honey.”

He chuckles, ”No, I..-“

She cuts him off by placing another kiss on his lips. Then another, and another, then several more on his cheeks and his chin and his jawline. Once she pulls away, she sees the numerous lipstick stains she’s left on his skin.

As she cups his face lovingly in her hands, Peter giggles and the slightest hint of a blush crosses his face.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

”C’mon,” she giggles, “I made you some dinner.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.