#Oc Tea Orders

[demaparbat-hp]

Izumi (steambaby) sketches.

[gorjee-art]

Once again a quick doodle sesh as a warm up for the morning, this theme being my pony ocs I barely draw!

[crystallizedtwilight]

Omg please tell me Shock is getting some good use out of that lovely tea set that Barrel gifted her!

(Has she had tea with Calliope yet?)

There's one more surprise! Butterfly pea tea turns from blue to purple when you add lemon 🦋🍋

[felinae-felidae]

Designing a grandma

[ilovemlp39]

Here are questions 4-6! Sorry it took this long to get the next part up-

Also I decided to chunk up the asks because when I uploaded the full file Tumblr butchered the quality so bad. Hopefully it's not as grainy as it was last time eheh...

Credits

"Santan" belongs to: "Ilovemlp39" (me lmao)

"Jiko" belongs to: "Ilovemlp39" (me lmao)

"Hm, you seem to know a little too much."

[chiropteracupola]

In the valley of the exodus / In the belly of a bowl of dust / Crows and buzzards flying low / Any way the wind blows...

[localceilingdevil]

that one tea debate tumblr post.

sky cotl post for once. what the hell

audio here

[fanfoolishness]

the music of the spheres (Jedi: Fallen Order)

Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order, 2000 words, gen. Greez & Cal. Greez Dritus tries to get used to his new passenger. Set immediately after the prologue. Just a little early found family, a little bit of Cal's PTSD, and Greez looking out for someone besides himself.

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The Mantis hummed her way through hyperspace, the way she always did when he managed to stay caught up on repairs.  Greez hummed with her, a little half-melody under his breath, careful not to wake Cere and Cal.  A strange crew if he’d ever had one.

He shook his head, waiting for his tea to steep.  This was a weird gig.  Probably his weirdest.  Definitely the first time he’d ever been hired to do something of galactic importance. He gave his tea a final stir and twitched the teabag out, taking a deep breath of mintrose and bluewing honey.  This was some of the last of his stash, but It’d been a rough few weeks on the run and dank farrik, he deserved a little treat.  

He went to take a sip, but the scalding heat deterred him.  He wasn’t sure why he was surprised; he knew how long it took the tea to cool.  Impatient as always.

He hummed his half-melody, then let it fade in his throat.  There was some other sound mixed in, something wrong, discordant.  Greez picked up his head, ears twitching.  What was that?  He set down his cup of tea carefully on a coaster and gazed around.  

Cere was still up front, stretched out and snoozing quietly in her chair.  She’d complain about being sore in the morning, but she was the one who’d grumbled at him when he tried to convince her to go catch some proper shut-eye.  Wasn’t her, then.

He heard it again, a sound that didn’t fit with the familiar thrum of the Mantis.  Some kind of mumbling.  He couldn’t make out the words.

Maybe the kid was chanting?  Seemed like something a Jedi would do.  He ought to leave him to it.  But Greez was a nosy one, and it was his ship, anyway.  He left the galley and headed back to the bunks.  

He heard a distinct “no” and he nearly stopped and turned around.  He was halfway through calling out a hasty apology when he realized it didn’t seem like the word had been said at him.  He crept on down the hallway.  

In the dim sleeping lights he could just make out the kid, curled up in his bunk, fast asleep.  Maybe he’d imagined hearing something?  But the kid’s face looked tense.  Off, somehow.  Greez watched him, feeling unsettled, though he wasn’t sure why.

The kid flinched.  “No, please, stop -- don’t shoot, don’t --” the kid slurred.  Even from a few feet away Greez could tell he was shivering in his sleep.   “Master -- ‘m sorry -- no --”

That was far enough.  “Kid?” Greez called out.  “Uh, hey, Cal?  You all right?”

The kid snapped awake, wild eyes darting, shoulders heaving.  He sat up sharply, taking ragged, gulping breaths.  “What -- where am I --”  

“Hey, it’s okay,” said Greez awkwardly, holding out his hands.  You put your foot in it now, Dritus!  He slowed his speech, tried on what he hoped was a soothing tone.  “You’re on the Mantis, with me and Cere.  Remember us?  Picked you up on Bracca?  Saved you?”  

“Bracca -- Prauf…” the kid said, the hunted look fading into something dazed and blank.  He blinked, then scrubbed at his eyes with the back of his grimy hand.  “I -- I must have been dreaming.  I remember now.”  He swung his legs over the edge of the bunk, swallowing.  “What is it?”

Greez twisted his lower pair of hands together, fiddling with his fingers.  “You were talkin’ in your sleep.”

“Oh,” Cal said.  He looked away.  “I didn’t know.  Sorry.”

“You got nothing to be sorry for,” said Greez.  Kriff, what was with this kid?  “Just didn’t sound pleasant, that’s all.  Figured I’d check on you.  You okay?”

Cal opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it.  “I don’t know,” he said sheepishly. “I guess not?  I try not to think about it.”  He smiled.  It looked like he was trying to remember how.

Greez let out a long breath.  “Huh.  I know a thing or two about that, I guess.  Hey.  Come on, kid, take a walk with me.”

“A walk?  Did we land?”

“Figure of speech.  But you look like you could use something to clear your head.”

Cal stared down at his boots.  “Did I wake you up?  I didn’t mean to.”

“No, you’re -- Come on, look, I ain’t asking a third time.”

“Uh, all right,” the kid said.  He got to his feet, towering over Greez.  Well, he wasn’t the tallest human Greez had ever seen, but he gangled, and it made him seem taller.  Maybe it was part of a larval stage human younglings went through.

Greez led him back to the galley, gangles and all.  “Go on, grab some seat.  Got something for ya.”  The kid sat down on the couch, clearly confused.  

Greez didn’t blame him.  Hell, he felt a little confused about this too.  What was he supposed to do?  He was harboring two Jedi -- well, a former one, and half of one -- on his ship, he had about sixteen bounties out on his head, and now the Empire and the Inquisitors were breathing down his neck.  None of it made any damn sense, and he had no idea how he was going to handle any of it.

He could handle this one little thing, though.

Greez grabbed the tea, now cooled to the perfect drinking temperature.  It panged him, but he handed it to the kid and pressed it into his gloved hands.  “Here you go.  Made it special, just for you.”

The kid’s eyelids fluttered closed, and he froze for a moment, lost in some kind of reverie.  He shook himself free of it and gave Greez a smile, one that reached his eyes this time. “No, you made it for you.  You were looking forward to it.  You should have it.”

Greez groaned.  “Is this some weird Force magic?  You have tea-sensing abilities?  Cere didn’t tell me that.”

Cal snorted.  “Not specifically tea, that would be weird.  Just -- sometimes I get echoes from the Force in things.  Memories.  This time it just happened to be tea.”  He paused.  “You sure you don’t want it?  It does smell pretty good.”

“Nah,” Greez said, waving an arm and settling down beside the kid.  “My great-grandma always used to make it when I had trouble sleeping.  Looks like you need it more than I do.”

The kid nodded.  “I don’t sleep so well,” he admitted.  “I mean, I guess you noticed that.”  He took a drink of the tea, and sighed in surprise.  “Hey.  That’s, um, that’s really good.  What is it?”

“Mintrose,” said Greez proudly.  “Grew it myself here on the ship.  Though it’s the last harvest I’ll get for a cycle, I think.  You can only take so much at a time.”

Cal took another drink.  “What’s the sweetness?  Is that the mintrose?”

“Bluewing honey,” Greez said.  “Got it off a trader in Mos Eisley.  Stuff’s supposed to be rare as anything, but I won it in a game of sabacc.  Running out, though, I’ll have to find more.”  Especially if he was going to have to share his stock with this hangdog scrapper kid.  

“You really think there’s something out there, like Cere says?” Cal asked.  “Something to hope for?”  

“Don’t look at me.  It’s above my pay grade,” said Greez.  

The kid lowered his eyes, shoulders slumping beneath his too-large poncho.  “Yeah, I figured.”  He took another drink.  His face twisted to one side, like he wanted to say something and thought better of it.

“Ah, don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Cal asked.

“The whole existential dread thing.  Weight of the galaxy and all that.  Is that a Jedi thing?  Cere does it too when she thinks I’m not looking.”

The kid laughed, a short, bitter sound.  “Maybe it is a Jedi thing.”

Huh.  This wasn’t helping the kid, Greez realized.  He leaned back in his seat, thought about the wide starflung void surrounding them.  Could there be something out there?  Something to hope for?  If there was, it’d be a damn shame to leave it all to the Empire.  Wouldn’t it?

“Don’t listen to me,” he said abruptly.  “There really might be something to Cere’s idea.  I dunno, it’s between you and her to figure out.  But honestly?  I hope she’s right.  Galaxy could use a new bright spot.”

Cal raised his head, staring at the holotable.  The holo projection of Bogano blinked above it, a sleepy little world in green and brown and blue far on the Outer Rim.  

Maybe it was nothing.  Maybe it was something.

“A new bright spot?  …It’d mean a lot.”  Cal finished the tea and set it down.  

“Coaster!”

“Sorry!”  The kid twitched one over with a wave of his fingers, setting the mug down on top of it.  “Sorry.”

“S’all right,” said Greez, but he surreptitiously reached out and wiped away the bit of moisture clinging to the table’s surface. “Just trying to keep her in good shape.  She’s all I got.”

“Well, you’re doing it,” said Cal.  “The ship’s great!”

“You’re just sayin’ that.”

“I’ve seen a lot of ships in the past five years, Greez.  Trust me.  She’s all right,” said Cal earnestly.

“Yeah?  Tell me about ‘em.  I always like hearing ship stories.”

Cal settled in, leaning back against the couch and looking up at the ceiling, deep in thought.  He pursed his lips.  “Ever seen the guts of a Lucrehulk?”  

Greeze whistled.  “I’ve heard about ‘em.  Never seen one in the flesh.  That must’ve been something else back when it was new, huh?  How long does it take to scrap something like that?”

Cal laughed again, stifling a yawn.  “Well, the freighter we had down on Bracca?  The Seia Khorrinos?  That’s what I first started on, after I -- Anyway, five years later, they’re still working on it.  It’s stripped down pretty far -- we definitely made some progress -- but there’s still years of work to do.  Solid construction, though.  You don’t see many like that.”

“Sounds impressive.  Never saw one myself in the Clone Wars,” said Greez.  “Tried to stay out of things if I could.  But one time I ran the wrong way up against a Subjugator.  Damn thing packs a helluva punch.”

Cal yawned again.  “What were you doing, trying to get past a Subjugator?  In this ship?  You a smuggler, Greez?  Be honest.”

“Me?  A smuggler?  I’m wounded at the accusation,” Greez argued.  “Okay, sure, I’m smuggling some Jedi right now, but that’s different.”  He launched into a fine retelling of how he’d been carrying cargo for some backwater scuzz to pay off a gambling debt, how he’d been caught in the midst of a crazed firefight, how he’d jettisoned the cargo to confuse the droid fighters and dashed away victoriously into the safety of hyperspace -- 

When he looked over and saw the kid had fallen asleep.  

“All right, all right,” said Greez.  He got up and shuffled to the kid’s bunk, and came back with a blanket.  He tossed it over him, then poked him in the shoulder until the kid mumbled something.  “Lay down, you’re gonna be sore if you don’t.”

“Mrrph ffrr brr,” the kid muttered, stretching out on the couch.  Greez winced, realizing the kid still had on his oil-stained boots; they were gonna scuff up the seat something fierce.  He let out a long breath, fighting the urge to shove the kid’s feet back to the ground, and shrugged all four shoulders.

Eh.  He could always clean it up in the morning.

He hit the galley lights, and deep, comforting darkness filled the ship.  The emergency lights twinkled in the black, their colorful pinpoints melding with the soft holo glow of Bogano.  A bright spot, indeed.

“Night, kid.”

The only reply came in Cal’s quiet breathing, interwoven with the shimmering hum of the Mantis gliding through hyperspace.  Greez nodded, humming his little half-melody along with the song of his ship, and this time, it sounded right.

[ruerock]

🧸 !

[rainsleeper]

but seriously though, which one of your OCs is most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse

...all of them?

They're in one

[jumezart]

Its the dnd party ( + patron) in snazzy clothes from @hometownrockstar s outfit meme 

[rk-x-yz]

Doodles :D

[astramachina]

can't wait for the day that TSP gets deemed a "too heavy-handed metaphor"

[togoldlilya]

You silly boy

this is the build up to "because i love you okay?" which starts immediately after this one

toge is unsure if he'll ever get the confidence to confess to sayaka. he wants to so so so badly but he's just scared. scared to ruin everything they have right now. scared she won't feel the same. scared that if he does they won't be friends anymore, and he cares way to much to let that happen.

"what's wrong kiki? are you okay?" her voice breaks him out of his thoughts, prompting him to look to his right where she's walking next to him.

"mmm shake" he responds giving her a curt nod. she hesitantly lets it go shooting him a small smile.

"well we're almost there, it's right up ahead!" she points to the storefront of the antique shop they're going to. her excitement makes his heart happy, loving the fact he's able to see her smile like that. he let's himself be pulled along, entering the shop without complaint. he doesn't really understand her fascination with things like this but he lets her be, finding her wide eyes filled with wonder to be adorable. "ah! look how cool this is kiki!" she exclaims holding out some old pocket watch or something, to be honest he's not sure cause he was looking at her face the whole time.

"ooh ikura! shouyu!" he mindlessly replies eyes watching her fondly as she starts rambling about the object. he lets himself be dragged around the shop, looking at and reacting to whatever she shows him. they end up leaving the store with only two items, their next destination a cafe up the street.

"hey there, you're pretty cute are you available?" suddenly a girl appears in front of them, batting her eyelashes at toge. "can i have your number?" she presses on not giving him a chance to respond. toge is shocked by the boldness of this stranger, words dying in this throat.

"he's not on the menu tonight, sorry. please leave us alone" sayaka immediately comes to his rescue, words hard but not unkind.

"he can speak for himself you bitch, don't interrupt like that." the girl does not back down causing toge to tense up.

"look he has feeling for someone else, and they like him back okay? and that someone is definitely not you, so leave us alone" sayaka doubles down, refusing to let this girl intimidate her.

"augh whatever you psycho" she scoffs spinning around and walking off.

"are you okay toge? that girl was crazy..." sayaka turns her attention to stunned boy.

"umm gomashio natto, shiozake! nozawana okaka ikura... tsuna mayo okaka" umm sorry natto, i'm fine! you didn't have to lie for me... i know what you said is not true his words upset her greatly.

"what are you even saying right now toge? do you hear yourself? of course i like you back silly!" toge feels his brain shut down at that, unable to proccess what she's saying.

"okaka, nozawana! natto nozawana! ikura... hakusai..." seeming to get frustrated at his inability to explain he pulls out his phone and furiously types out a message.

you dont have to lie to me like that saya. you dont have to spare my feelings just because you feel you have to. thank you for helping with that girl but i know you could never like me back, im just me after all... i cant even express my feelings to you properly, how could you ever like me back?

sayaka balks at the message stunned that he feels this way. "but that's not true toge i-"

i dont understand, i cant even talk normally, how could you ever have feelings for me? i can give nothing compared to you, how??

[sithcom]

yes yes the rush of joy of thinking about your ocs but also the immense happiness thinking about your friend's ocs! the fact that i get to know the little guys my friends come up with! they're all so important to me

[ailesswhumptober]

Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2024

As promised, we're bringing you the official prompt list of AI-less Whumptober 2024 today!

We have 31 days of excellent whump prompts, with three prompts per day to pick from, fun themes, and 10 alt prompts to play around with. We hope you enjoy! Additional info + plain text versions of the prompts can be found under the cut.

FAQ and Rules

What sort of content can I create for this event?

You can create whatever you want (fic, art, edits, etc). Any fandom is allowed, as well as OC stuff. NSFW is allowed, but please tag your content accordingly! The only thing not allowed is AI-generated content.

Do I need to make 31 things to participate?

Oh heavens no! You can make as much or as little content as you like, skip days when desired, or combine prompts (so for example, write something that covers a prompt from day 1, 2, AND 3). You don't have to do the days in order either, go wild! To be considered a 'completionist', you only have to make sure that at the end of the month, you've covered 31 prompts from 31 different days, but whether you do that in 31 works or just 1 is up to you.

What are these alts about?

If none of the three prompts of a particular day are your cup of tea, you can swap them out for an alt prompt of your choice.

What are these themes about?

Just a little bit of extra fun for the mods. Like last year, we'll be handing out various badges for people participating in the event. A full list can be found here, perhaps there is a special badge or two for people who can't be completionists but who do manage to finish every single day of a specific theme ;)

How do I tag and is there an AO3 collection?

It suffices to tag your work with #ailesswhumptober for us to see and reblog it! Please also tag nsfw, since we'll be using that tag too. Tagging the day is optional but does help the mods along.

There is an AO3 collection to add your fics to here.

That should be all. If you have any additional questions, check our pinned or hit us up in the ask box. Or join our discord maybe, whumping can be a great group activity!

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Plain text versions of the prompts:

October 1 - Torture Tuesday

public torture/public use, stress position, “If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.”

October 2 - Whumperless Wednesday

Unfortunate fall, car accident, “Don’t move. You’ll be okay.”

October 3 - Trauma Thursday

Shared trauma, survivor’s guilt, “It’s not your fault.”

October 4 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Painful transformation, non-consensual body modifications, “You’re a monster.”

October 5 - Sensory Saturday

Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”

October 6 - Surprise Sunday

Multiple whumpees, self sacrifice, “I’m the only one who can do this.”

October 7 - Medical Monday

Field medicine, running out of supplies, “Hold on, we’re going to have to improvise.”

October 8 - Torture Tuesday

Rope burns, gagged, “You’re so much prettier this way.”

October 9 - Whumperless Wednesday

Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”

October 10 - Trauma Thursday

Self worth issues, pushing away a loved one, “You don't need to earn this.”

October 11 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Hallucinations, truth serum, “Why would you even say that?”

October 12 - Sensory Saturday

Isolation, sensory deprivation, “Can you feel me? I’m right here, whumpee.”

October 13 - Surprise Sunday

Whumpee using themself as bait, defiance, “Take me instead.”

October 14 - Medical Monday

Seizures, concussion, “See if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”

October 15 - Torture Tuesday

Waterboarding, removing body parts, “Don’t break down on me yet.”

October 16 - Whumperless Wednesday

Drowning, hostile environment, “I don’t know how anybody could survive that.”

October 17 - Trauma Thursday

Abandonment, misunderstanding, “Why did I even think you cared?”

October 18 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Mind control, possession, “Everybody will end up despising you.”

October 19 - Sensory Saturday

Disassociation, losing a sense, “I wish I could get you back.”

October 20 - Surprise Sunday

Enemy/Stranger to caretaker, accidental de-aging, “I’m absolutely not qualified for this shit.”

October 21 - Medical Monday

Drugged, ambulance ride, “This will make you feel better, okay?”

October 22 - Torture Tuesday

Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.” October 23 - Whumperless Wednesday

Fever, passing out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!”

October 24 - Trauma Thursday

Deconditioning, relapse, “It’s normal that you need more time.”

October 25 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Humiliation, betrayal, “How could you?!”

October 26 - Sensory Saturday

Electrocution, burning, “This is going to sting.”

October 27 - Surprise Sunday

Before vs after, Alternate universe, “Well, there’s a first for everything.”

October 28 - Medical Monday

Internal bleeding, needles and stitches, “I didn’t think the wound was that bad…”

October 29 - Torture Tuesday

Ownership, branding, “Everybody will know that you’re mine.”

October 30 - Whumperless Wednesday

Poison, delirium, “You’re not making sense.”

October 31 - Trauma Thursday

Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!”

Alt prompts:

1) Pistol whipped

2) Co-dependency

3) Animal bite

4) Zombies

5) White room torture

6) Shock collar

7) Pulling teeth

8) Kidnapping

9) “You always make everything worse!”

10) “If you weren’t around, I’d be long dead by now...”