#OC drabble

[berryflavouredkoolaid]

The Ballad of Annabel Lee, as Haymitch Abernathy Remembers

~ Sunrise On the Reaping SPOILERS ~

Haymitch Abernathy saw his girl sing with an audience once. Although it was just her uncles, himself, and baby Annabel Silver watching, Lenore Dove approached the performance as if she were on stage before the entire district. It’d been a special occasion, Annabel Silver’s birthday. She let Annabel Silver bang a few keys out on the piano, before she herself sat down at the instrument, and with an almost heartbreakingly beautiful voice, sang:

“It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

Little Annabel Silver, like she recognized her name-song from the womb, had pounded her chubby fists and grinned a gummy grin. By the time Lenore Dove’s started the next verse, green eyes glittering, Annabel Silver had quieted, and watched her cousin with wide, entranced eyes, drinking in the way her fingers danced across the keys.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.”

Haymitch doesn’t hear a Covey naming song again after Lenore Dove dies. Not for a long time. Not until he’s stumbling through the Seam, a three-quarters drunken bottle of white liquor in hand. He can hear low music coming from the little house near the Meadow and the woods. There’s a girl singing, and for a moment he forgets the meadow, and the gumdrop, because he swears he can hear his girl singing in a voice as soft and low as moonlight filtering through the tall grass. He doesn’t dare encroach on the yard from which the sound spills out. He watches from the banks of shrubbery that surround it as a girl with dark hair plucks at a guitar. He can see her toe tapping time to the music, her voice low and haunting despite her grin.

“And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.”

When she sings the next lines, Lenore Dove rises so fully in his mind he chokes on her presence, the half-swallowed rotgut dribbling from the side of his mouth.

“The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.”

He can remember the next verse before she sings it, mumbling along off-time and key in his drunken state. Haymitch takes a swig from the bottle, and sinks down onto the yellowed grass.

“But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;”

The bottle nearly empty, Haymitch’s eyes see a boy with hair like coal and the ashy skin that marks him as a Seam boy, watching the girl with unadulterated rapture. He’s sitting cross-legged at her feet, looking up at her. Annabel Silver, for it is little Annabel Silver who’s singing, has her eyes on him, a smile playing at her lips. Haymitch tumbles forward, the last drops of white liquor watering the ground. He’s only dimly aware of Annabel Silver still singing her name-song in the yard.

“For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.”

When he wakes in the morning, his mouth tastes of day-old liquor and dirt, but a grey blanket shields his body from the dew, and a pillow softens the ground beneath his head. He cranes his neck and he can almost see a girl with dark hair streaming behind her speeding down the knoll back to the house, empty bottle in hand.

[neon-pink-leitner]

Working on my stuff with Seven again because I think I finally might have the balls to post it?

So her first meeting with V, V has a Relic malfunction and Seven is able to redirect it into herself. But before that point she's basically beating against V personal ICE trying to get in and see what exactly is wrong. Johnny is preventing this because why the fuck should he trust Seven?

This is a pretty important scene and it sets the tone for Seven as a character and for her and V's relationship. But I'm interrupted by this mental image of Johnny and Seven separated by a chain fence with Seven screaming "Let me in motherfucker the house is on fire!" while Johnny just flips her off and says "No bitch I don't fucking know you, I don't open the door for strangers"

[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.

[kasarian]

Blue Trail

An oc concept piece that I really wanted to draw but god fucking knows I can't at the moment. So have a shitty but earnest and from the heart ficlet/drabble.

Synopsis (???):

Akku and Hiraya are alone on the beach at sunset while the others are busy. They decide to relieve their childhood days by playing around in the shallows (read: Akku starts up a splash war with his boyfriend unawares). Hiraya discovers something new that Akku has kept a little secret over a bit. Hiraya's reaction isn't something that Akku anticipates and dies of being flustered.

For more context before reading: Akku is at the height of his powers being in the ocean and being very happy. Hiraya is smitten. Their height difference is also something notable; say Akku's head is in line with Hiraya's mouth.

🌊🌅

"We could have this whole place to ourselves! Hir—uh...?" Akku blinks rapidly as he's met face to face with Hiraya's bare chest. He peeks up only with his eyes as he gasps quietly when he feels Hiraya's cold hands barely touch the surface of his own. Akku blinks again and decides that his boyfriend's chest was more interesting, staring as droplets of accumulated sea water roll down from the hair at back of his neck, down to his clavicles, and Akku feels his face heat up as it goes down between Hiraya's pecs.

"Amazing..." Akku gasps, fuck he whimpers, as he feels Hira's breath tickle his fluffy ears, and his touch on the back of his hands draw circular patterns, slowly sweeping uneven, feather-light touches up to his forearms. All he could focus on was how the sea had made Hiraya's dress shirt near transparent, eyes darting over the barely covered skin and scales.

"Look at you... You never cease to amaze me..."

Akku wasn't aware that his breathing had gotten faster, and his heartbeat more erratic, as his whole body shudders at his beloved's praise, ugh, his tail was swishing, he could feel the wet fur painting his back with salt water, biting his lips and squeezing his eyes as Hiraya's breathy chuckles and teasing fingers trail to the tops of his shoulders, to the sides of his neck.

The waves were coming in stronger, but neither men could hear it crash along the shore.

Akku was suddenly forced to look up at Hiraya— when had he closed his eyes?—the suddenness his ocean cooled hands on the heated skin of his cheeks, thumbs caressing the skin below his eyes and—

Oh. Oh, he was glowing. Flashes of blue burst from his skin each time Hiraya's own electric touch made contact.

Akku felt his spine straighten, then heard himself whine— stars above, how pathetic— and was promptly shut up by an insistent kiss on the lips.

It was instinct, the way he'd wrapped his arms around the shoulders of his boyfriend so easily despite their height difference.

A muffled sounds of his pathetic, almost giddy whining and Hiraya's low rumbles and giggles were quieted by the sound of the ocean they had decided to ignore long ago.

Hiraya broke the kiss first, instead opting to rest his forehead on Akku's, both of them panting. Hiraya lovingly gazed at his boyfriend, eyes still squeezed shut. He chuckled, "Sorry. Did I overdo it?"

Akku didn't trust his voice, so he nodded, but contradictingly nuzzled into Hira's clavicle, one arm instead hugging his waist as the other snuck its way open palmed on Hiraya's pectoral. Hiraya couldn't help but grin at Akku's state of complete and total mortification.

[kenzuzus]

ice cream

uhh. hi. first writing post. i don’t typically write or post here (changing that now apparently) and stuff. writing consisting of my ocs cho and her dad.

shared universe (sweet dango) with my friend, @idiotarts

word count: 1.2k

implied murder, comfort

the metal of the blade clattered against the floor, followed by a shriek and shuffling of clothes. soon after, incoherent murmurs as she covered her mouth with tears welling in her eyes. the sight of blood and a human body was nothing new to her, but the thought that she caused it is what shook her to her core. her face was wet, though she couldn’t tell if it was from the blood or her tears. it was hard for her to see, her vision was blurred but that was the least of her worries. the echo of thoughts consumed her mind as they raced through at speeds where she could barely register what they were saying to her.

her father glared down at her, disdain in his eyes and a scrunched nose. his voice was heavy and commanding; cold and domineering, “pick up the knife.”

yet there was no response. not even a single movement from her. it was if she was a living statue, with the muffled cries and whimpers of someone desperate for their curse to be lifted. to be free. his gaze softened, observing his daughter’s condition. he gently rested his hand on her shoulder, quickly garnering her attention as she snapped her gaze towards him in an instant. fear in her eyes as she looked her father up and down. what was going to happen, was he going to hurt her for her reaction?

much to her surprise, his once cold and stern voice was replaced by a warm and comforting one, “are ok, my butterfly?”

all she could manage was a meek nod and a sniffle as she watched him kneel down to meet her eyes. he lifted his hand from her shoulder and carefully pulled her hands off her mouth before pulling her into a partial hug. she squirmed in his hold before eventually settling and wrapping her arms around him, softly wailing. her voice low and broken up by her sobs, “f-father, i want to go home—”

“shhh shh,” he hushed, holding her tightly as he picked up the knife, “i know, i know. let’s get you home and into bed, darling.”

she nodded and held onto him tightly, refusing to let go; she’d rather be carried home. and he obliged, albeit reluctantly. he struggled lifting her off the ground, considering her age. it’s not like she was a toddler anymore. despite the excess blood still prevalent on the blade, he sheathed it to give himself another hand to steady her weight on top of his and gently patting her back as she cried into his shoulder. he calmed her turbulent mind with a lullaby that he hummed; one that her mother used to sing to her when she was younger. her sobs slowly descended to stifled sniffles, nuzzling into the neck of her father for further consolation.

“…can we get ice cream?” she absentmindedly muttered, clasping tightly on his jacket. a sweet treat sounded incredibly nice at the moment.

he let out a heavy sigh, but playfully ruffled her hair. looks like he’ll have to find a parlor that’s open at this hour for her now, huh? “of course, let’s get you home and cleaned up first.”

the walk home was mostly silent, aside from the occasional sniffle from cho. she kept slipping in and out of consciousness as she fought her body’s desire for sleep, quietly asking how much longer it’ll take. he rubbed her back, cooing how they’re almost home and that she’ll have to shower when they get home. she tiredly nodded, doing her best to keep her eyes open; how late was it? she wasn’t that sure. maybe it wasn’t too late, but her exhaustion was eating her whole.

she must’ve dozed off because not a moment later, she was gently nudged by him and set on the ground. he ushered her to her bathroom, which she reluctantly went to after a moment of lingering around him. she gathered the clothes she was going to get changed into, and quietly entered her bathroom. her reflection stared back at her, though it was someone she struggled to recognize. their eyes were red and puffy, an expression showing their distress on their face. it was stained with dry blood, a light brown. her face contorted to show disgust and their’s followed suit. she shook her head and drew her gaze away from the glass; she has to stop dawdling and get cleaned up or else she wouldn’t get any ice cream!

stepping out of the shower and changing into fresh clothes, she once again looked in the mirror. now that was someone she recognized! she gave a little smile and her reflection did the same, which only made hers grow. holding her dirtied clothes, she skipped out of the bathroom and presented them to her father, who was waiting in the living room.

“uhm.. what do i do with-” she cut herself off, pausing. her smile fell.

noriaki stood up from the couch and gently took the clothes from her hands, shaking his head. he sounded a bit bemused, “let’s put this in the laundry room, for now. i’ll show you what to do later after school, okay?”

she nodded eagerly, swaying on her feet as she watched her father swiftly go in and out of the aforementioned room. her smile picked up once she saw him again and she started the bounce on her feet. the excitement prevalent in her voice, “sooo, ice cream time?”

“yes, hon, ice cream time,” he lightly chuckled as he ruffled her hair.

she grinned, happily bouncing around him before grabbing his hand and eagerly pulling him out. “let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!~”

“okay, okay-” he chuckled again, falling whim to his beloved daughter’s excitement for a sweet treat. she has really earned this one for what she’s done tonight. he let himself be dragged by her out the door before she stopped and turned to face him.

she held her hands out to him, making a grabbing motion. “piggyback ride!”

“piggyback ride-?” he echoed before shaking his head and offering it to her. “the things i do for you, spoiled runt.”

she only giggled in response as she latched onto him, resting her head on his shoulder. he carefully readjusted her weight to get a better hold, quietly sighing as he looked over at her. well, no time to waste now; let’s go get her what he promised her. there weren’t any parlors open, not at this time, but there would be convenience stores that would be open at the dead of night.

during the journey to the store, cho hummed the tune that he did to her earlier; her mind thinking on what kind of ice cream she’ll get. maybe peach… no, mango! no no, butter pecan! that one sounds really good, and she really couldn’t wait any longer the more she thought on it. her mouth was practically watering with anticipation. she excitedly told her dad what she wanted before continuing to hum.

by the time they made it to the store, she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. he got the ice cream flavored she wanted and made the purchase before leaving the store. not wanting to disturb her further, he walked back home with the treat in hand. when they made it back once again, the first thing he did was store her ice cream tucked away in the freezer before settling her into bed. as he pulled the blanket over her body, he kissed her forehead.

“sleep well, cho.”

[no-future-mudwasps]

Local_Storage_Only: "The Patience Dream-- One"

[recall: Operation Eagles of Leda]

In the dream? there was needed a careful plan.

An agrarian sector on Caelis (small lunar colony in the Annapurnas) was occupied by local separatists, armed by conservative interests and spurred on by decades-long cultural splits on-world. The conflict had for a while gone in the way of "noble" wars, but suddenly flared from sensible battle-lines and open engagements into a hostage doctrine-- military installations were being set up near civilians, promising ruin if artillery tried to liberate the sector. The standing military would have to re-order its forces for house-to-house skirmish, something they were not, as a rule, experienced in. The blow to crack the occupation's hammerlock hold would need to come from within.

Thankfully, the infrastructure of the area relied on large-bore stills for irrigation. That meant everything for the Mud Wasps' contract.

[you? hated the rain that day. it was bad even for the weatherproofing. a million fingers squirming into the skin, through it, soaking the bones and steaming in lungs.]

Square Head's mech crouched flat to the sodden earth; WITHIN THIS HOME ONE HUNDRED KNIVES always looked splayed out and treefrog-like at the best of times, but now with its acoustic sensors deployed it looked something like a puddle of mining equpiment, or some deep-sea creature made of blankets and spines and many needle teeth. "I'm getting... ugh, okay. Yes. Yes, there we go. I should be able to get a stable bore in here for you two. Get to scouting, comms up when the infil's ready. Try not to bring us through inside the aquifers, please?"

"Gonna get you wet." Threadline sounded just like the little shit she was on deployment, voice sharp and creeping like an eager child. Always got three or four times as bold, times like these, as anywhen else. Its mech's head, or what passed for it, whirled like a spindle-- a creeping of space-time, aggregates of the immer into silk, into strange crystal about a skein. "Gonna have POLYDNA punch a hole in the universe just to moisten your shoes."

"Please don't?"

"Gonna."

"That's what you get when you don't go with the advance team!" This voice came from right in the cockpit with him, unfiltered by comms. "Soggy boots for all three of you."

[there he was. always managed to look forwards to the descent, no matter how boring, how miserable. you? felt like the tunnels were home, too, because when he was there.]

"Get that chatter out of your system now, you two. I'm gonna start excavating." The line immediately filled with annoying, mic-peaking nothingspeak as Square began digging, throwing sod and rock spray into the air. Most of it-- speech and dirt-- clanged harmlessly off the massive hexaped sitting nearby. The gnat of a stealth frame perched atop only chimed in when the job was done: a perfunctory "GET IN THE HOLE ALREADY" as the bit stretched into 'tortured' territory.

[had to appreciate Blue for being able to get everyone moving. imagine having to be the one to smother his spark.]

"Don't spend them all in one place." Threadline tossed a few small charges to the ground-- they affixed with a whining sound and a quick spooling of distance-- and leapt down into the hole. A few short steps, a hup of exertion, and down he went as well. Down into

[lunar-disillusionment]

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.

[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

[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)

[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?”

[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?

[logsforblogs]

"Flowers in cement"

A short depiction of my oc

Everyone knows death has a sweet smell. It's sweet and has an unforgettable sent. If it wasn't for the fecal matter and grime that came with the stench of death.. Death would smell pleasent. Comforting and inviting.

Leer has always been a pleasant woman to be around. A woman who'd make you relax like no other, a woman who you'd yearn for once you met her. She is the comfort you'd find under the rot, the healthy flowers under decay. She brought life to death. Making undeniable deals, pacts, seals, *binds*. She could make immortality Accessible to the poor and impossible for the rich. Feed the hungry and starve the full. Leer is the push and pull of life. Twirling the strings of life in her deadly grasp. She reaped the reapers and sold their cloaks to the mortals who wanted to escape death. She made life comfortable for any creature, mortal, demon, or angel. At the right price, she'd put the world in your hands.

But Leer was mortal once. The sin of mortality still flows in her poisoned veins. She'd take and steal what she wanted and when she wanted. Under the rot their are flowers, health, and life, but the flowers grow from dirt and grime. She was made from death, and death is what she is.