#Timothy Pace (oc)

[zzoupz]

when in doubt, draw the blorbos as animals

john: white-tailed deer

garcia: vague bear

allred: vague cat

gary: boa constrictor imperator

michael: poodle that looks like a greyhound

amy: goat

tiffany: sheep

lisa: golden retriever

bonus faith ocs (all canines. i tried.)

[labyrinth-guard]

Hi my mutual @zzoupz 👀

Woah you have Faith ocs and I have Faith ocs... what if they... interacted? only kidding... unless?

[full version below]

To be real though I absolutely love all of your ocs, theyre so great and I really enjoyed drawing them :D

[jmars-fanart]

2024 Exciting Update in Everything

It’s been a month! omg… When you start to be in a flow in doing everything, time flies and you wouldn’t even notice. I was like in a time machine again.

I remember it was the golden week, and when I was back to work, there were tons of task waiting to be done. And then my arm hurt and I didn’t know why. Luckily I had gotten my current work all done, so I decided to take some rest for my arm while I was to improve my productivity system and update everything for my art pages.

And it’s a month that has passed. I feel better with my arm now! And with the improved system, I feel like I can start to get more things done!

I've updated my Kofi goal and revamped my commission board and page! Prices unchanged and there will be a supporter discount and discount offer for Pokémon SV characters requests this summer! No new types added yet, but I’m exploring chibi style, sketch collage, and character design—

Especially character design, it’s the comms type I’ve always wanted to do! Just like concept designs I did for my original characters! I think I will open this type someday after I've posted and shared some art of my original characters! Stay tuned if you like my style for the concept designs or are interested in this comms type! I’ll make a pinned blog about my comms and things later!

Speaking of OCs, I’m planning more original content on my art pages, sharing what I’ve drawn for them and making new pieces about them. I’ve been talking about it but now I feel it’s time. Really excited and can’t wait for you to meet them! I didn’t really draw them all so this will go with some concept design process update, it must be fun to share!

Also, I decide to open a new blog for my original work! Actually, that was what I was doing with this blog at the beginning, though it ends up becoming a fanart-focused blog now. I will make this blog remain fanart-focused, sharing mine and rebloging others', and my fanfics will also be shared here.

Then I have to mention my King Mettaton story. I haven't given it up despite translation challenges and everything. I’m starting to think maybe I should share the fic even if it’s still untranslated. The translation softwares can help readers nowadays. After all, if I don't start sharing the story, no one will ever read and know the story. I finally got over my perfectionism I guess… I’ll urge myself that translating at least one sentence a day and call it still a progress, so someday I will eventually complete the fanfic translation. I will stick with the plan that sharing the story on Tumblr. But maybe also on Ao3? I’ve heard that is the site where most people share their fanfics, perhaps I could open an account there for my KMTT story and other fanfics too.

Lastly, I’m launching my Patreon! Some supportors suggested it, and I think it’s a good timing to make another fresh start for my artist journey, after I’ve made this far. Updates on Patreon will sync with Kofi, so you can support me on your preferred platform. I'm exploring more content and offer too!

Life gets busy, but connecting with you all and sharing art bring me joy! I just can’t imagine a life without all of these, so even though I’d be busy sometimes, I will always manage to come back no matter what happened! I’ll keep up the pace and be more active on here!

Stay tuned and thank you all for your support! 💖✨ As always, I'll give a shoutout to people who have financially supported me ☕️ You have my eternal gratitude for being part of my journey!

🌻 BridgeWowDah

🌻 Shell

🌻 Quinlynn Hayner

🌻 kazzyrus

🌻 v

🌻 Sophtopus

🌻 Ko‑fi Supporter

🌻 Timothy

🌻 MagicPenguin

🌻 Michelle

🌻 Dimitri

🌻 Amber "Blackjack" B.

If any other new ideas for the plan for my pages, I will keep updating this post!

[strawberryspotsstuff]

These two come into world:

My artist ass: *looks at them*

My artsit ass: *looks at pen*

My artsit ass: >:}

Make's them:

Headcanon

Moony is older and shy brother while Sunny is younger and energetic sister.

Sunny is looking up at Seek and tries to make him proud with chasing players trough the long hallways.

Moony isn't fan of all the violance and tries to be helpfull to the players.

Both of them are blobs of energy that used porcelain dolls as bodys. Some parts of the dolls had been removed and that's why their energy is showing through.

The glitch effect is becouse even tough they have bodys, it hurt them when they went into the dolls. The damage is cousing the next:

Memory losing

Anger issues (Sunny)

Panick attacks (Moony)

Trust issues

It also couses one blind eye for both.

Sunny usually likes to compete. Both in talking and running. She doesn't respond good to insults toward her or Moony so you better keep your toughts to yourself. Her heigh is 150 cm. Both younger and smaller than Moony. Talks every cryptic she can find.

Moony is usually quiet and shy. Fixes his sister's trouble so he needs alot of energy. (Rarely has any). IS 165 cm and take's any insult towards Sunny's heigh as a challange to beat them up (never has done it since the players usally run off before he can).

Sunny

She'll spawn in similar hallways like Seek. You don't know she'll be in the hallway until you hear her let out glitched laugh. When you hear it, start to run to the end of the hallway. If you have vitamins then you don't realy have to worry. The hallway she has choosen to chase you will stretch longer than usual. Unlike Seek tough, she doesn't have any helpers. When you get to the other side, it's advised to keep going until you hear a different and much deeper glitched giggle. There's a chance that she'll break down the door and still come after you. Tough in much slowet pace. (She won't spawn in all hallways but only in two through the whole game)

Moony

He'll always spawn after Sunny's chace. You'll know he's there when you hear his deep glitched giggle. He feel's sorry that Sunny scared you and wants to make it up to you. He'll follow you around for 8-12 doors and then he'll leave you. He scares off cryptics like Screech and Timothy and will revive you when you get killed by any other. Tough, when he revives he'll leave you right there. He also emits soft dark blue glow that could guide you when you don't own any light source.

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I have never made an OCs like that so i hope it looks good and headcanons make sense.

yreiuiueueiwyiuweryiu OKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOK

WOWIE.

FIRSTLY- YOU BASED IT OFF YOUR PETS!??!?! WHAT1!! THAT IS SO CUTE!!1, GAAAH I WANNA HOL EM. I LOVE THEM

THEIR NAMES, ADORBS.

bro i love the effort you put into them the detail1!!! is mmmm!!!! SO GOOOD.

Sunny and Moony are so cute, I just- GAH. It's so cool to see that Sunny looks up to Seek :sobs: I find that SO CUTE, and the Moony is just your lil protector <333

they are such a nice balance or energetic and chill, eeeeeee!!!

[thebloodychampion]

MUSES

DRAGON AGE

Canon

Elgar’nan - Bartek Borowiec Sethius Amladaris (Corypheus) - Robert Carlyle Malcolm Hawke - Oded Fehr Jerker (Hakkon Wintersbreath) - Michael Fassbender Kieran - Bob Morley Fergus Cousland - Liam Garrigan

OCs

Hawkes:

Archer Hawke - Katie McGrath Cyrion Hawke - Jason Momoa Dreag Hawke - Tom Riley

Wardens:

Than Mahariel - James McAvoy Lia Tabris - Katherine McNamara Tomey Surana - Isabel Lucas Solona Amell - Jessica De Gouw Armadiel Mahariel - Luke Pasqualino

Inquisitors:

Elgan Lavellan - Eleanor Tomlinson Diran Lavellan - Nicole Beharie Talar Adaar - Howard Charles

Others:

Hjarrandr O Bearhold - Timothy Onmundson Lucius Veridio - Tom Ellis Etienne De Lechanger - Aidan Gillen Nicolas Belmond - Pedro Pascal Lyon Amell - Michel Huisman Jarida Adaar - Gugu Mbatha Raw Eric Vanhallen - Henry Cavill Ishal Cyprias - Sam Claflin Lorenzo Calcagnini - Ken Watanabe

MASS EFFECT

Canon

Irius Sparatus (Councilor Sparatus) - Jeffrey Dean Morgan Lorik Qui’in - David Guintoli SAM - Will Tudor Urdnot Wreav - Joe Manganiello Macen Barro - Richard Armitage Adrien Victus - Hugh Jackman Steven Hackett - Donald Sutherland Septimus Oraka - Chiwetel Eijofor

OCs

Shepards:

Oswin Shepard - Chyler Leigh Noah Shepard - Karl Urban

Pathfinders:

Andrew Ryder - Dominic Sherwood

Others:

Karnesh - Hugh Laurie Clavius Tarxis - Benedict Cumerbatch Renius Sparatus - Oscar Isaac Torana Sparatus - Aja Naomi King Jurdon Madadh - Travis Fimmel Ganar Drealav - Ian McShane Raik Cagar - Lupita Nyong’o Haral Nyras - Andrew Lincoln Shaela’Riel Vas Tonbay - Ksenia Solo ‘Maron Hinom - Iwan Rheon Marius Nyras - J.R. Bourne Tayus Draxas - Jude Law Tachyus Nyras - Torrance Coombs Yandra Nyras -Alexandra Daddario Yaora V’Loar - Astrid Berges Frisbey Quentius Zuris - Hugh Dancy Ahnas Afaa Kjama - David Castaneda Sidoria Arterius - Saoirse Ronan

HARRY POTTER

Canon

Fenrir Greyback - Tom Hardy

OCs

Others:

Danny Fernandez - Keanu Reeves Belle Instance - Famke Janssen Pamina Siemens - Kaya Scodelario Sharleen Siemens - Olivia Wilde Amelia Fernandez - Jennifer Connelly Eleasar Cohen - William Fichtner Ben Chaplin - Dylan O’Brien Connor Montgomery - Julian McMahon Vortula Portocalos - Eva Green Carlisle Eastwood - Aaron Taylor Johnson Leslie Woodstock - Vanessa Hudgens Lewis Watson - Martin Freeman Deidre Mikealson - Lucy Griffiths Daniel Speedman - Daniel Craig Richard Holmes - Robert Downey Jr.

OTHER FANDOMS

The Witcher

Canon:

Iorveth - Bryan Dechart

The Elder Scrolls V - Skyrim

OCs

Dragonborns:

Carolus - Tobey Stephens

Others:

Yarntar Loreian - Lee Pace

FANDOMLESS OCs

Moony - Erza Scarlet, Yuna of the Dawn Dylan - Shizuo Heiwajima Carnun Pladurs (no bio but is coming along with Moony) - Mikoto Suoh

[river-bottom-nightmare]

Would you happens to know any good kon fics?

I’m not sure if ris went on anon and asked the same question twice, or if this is two different people. Either way, ask and ye shall receive.

There isn’t enough Kon content out there, in my opinion. He’s such an underappreciated character, both by DC and by the fandom. Most of the works out there that feature Kon only have him as a background character, and then most of those are centered around Tim. But I’ll try to find the ones that focus mainly on Kon. 

1. The Mystery of the Superboy Shirts by Aviatricks Tim/Kon. 4,000 words. You can’t have a Kon fic rec without including this one. There’s a very high chance that you’ve already read it, but I’m going to add it anyway because it’s one of my favourite DC fics of all time. It’s from Tim’s point of view, but it’s centered around Kon, and honestly, just one of the most hilarious things ever. Read this if you want a short, feel-good, happy fic that will make you laugh.

2. On My Chest, On My Heart by dnawhite76 Tim/Kon. 20,000 words. Now this! This is an absolutely wonderful Timkon fic that’s actually centered around Kon and is from Kon’s point of view. Amazing. It’s a Love Simon High School AU of sorts, featuring lots of superfam and Kon being a gay disaster, and an incredible coming out sequence. Kon feels a little lost, a little out of place, and not at all happy (at the beginning), but the way the author wrote his family and friends’ support and his character development was the BEST. It’s a little lengthy, but so worth it.

3. Boys of Summer by MarbleAide Tim/Kon. 5,500 words. A summer camp AU that follows Tim and Kon through the years. Again, from Tim’s point of view, but he’s so in love with Kon, it’s so cute. It’s a cute fic with a healthy dose of pining. The prose is a little simple, and the pacing’s just a bit too fast, but the overall universe this fic (along with the rest of the antics of the core four) is adorable. 

4. Close to Home by iesika Multiple pairings. 65,000 words. Ooooooh boy this is a LONG one. AU in the form of canon divergence. There’s a murder in Smallville High, and Kon and Tim attempt to solve the mystery together, while Kon goes through normal high school stuff (and some abnormal hero stuff.) It’s very very plotty, with a mystery that drives the whole thing. It’s got some pretty cool OCs, though I’m not usually a fan of that stuff, and it’s sort of kind of Timkon? It’s got an ambiguous ending, both of which I tend to shy away from. Overall, not my cup of tea but still a pretty great fic, and if you’re looking for Kon centered fics, this is the one to check out.

5. Gonna Be A Better One (A Thousand Miles To Your Door) by @traincat​ Tim/Kon. 18,500 words. I haven’t read this one in a while, but I do remember really really loving it. It’s classic take on the problems that come with being two teenagers dating while simultaneously being two teenage vigilantes. A little bit of cute core four stuff, the few instances where Steph shows up, she’s pretty well characterized. The two of them are hopelessly besotted, but also dealing with a lot of issues and they’re trying to figure out if their love is worth it. I loved this one, definitely worth a read. (Also unrelated but traincat is the spideytorch queen and spideytorch is like one of my top ships of all time so even if you’re not into marvel comics you should go read them anyway because I love them.)

6. Boys in Leather Jackets by @merelymine​ Tim/Kon. <3,000 words. I. Um. Yeah this is just PWP. I am completely unashamed. It’s cute at first, and then it’s hot as hell, and I will not apologize for reccing it. 

7. Curse of the Red-Heads by @pupeez4eva (sorry if this is the wrong link, their tumblr wasn’t linked on the fic so I did a little digging) Multiple Pairings. 5,000 words. I’m a little hesitant to rec this because it is mainly about Tim and Kon, but it’s told from Damian’s point of view and it’s got a fair bit of him as well. Regardless, Kon is actually hilarious whenever he shows up, and I loved him, so I’m reccing it anyway. Damian doesn’t understand how relationships work, and meddles in people’s love lives. It’s absolutely hilarious, if you’re up for a laugh, give it a read.

8. Three Little Words by timkons Tim/Kon. 10,000 words. Once again, centered around Tim, but features Kon being an incredible, loving husband so I’m not complaining. It’s a little angsty, and dives Tim’s emotional vulnerability. Tim and Kon fight, Tim is Emotional and Hates It, and it takes you on a ride of feels. But it ends happily, so that’s nice. (Sort of) Domestic and older Timkon, I really enjoyed this fic. 

9. Through Another Lens by animegoil Tim/Kon. 7,000 words. Mind the tags on this one, it’s a little bit triggering, and has a tad bit of non/con. This one isn’t one I really love, but it’s not bad overall. It’s a bit too wordy, and a tad anti-climatic? In a sense? But it’s from Kon’s pov and it shows his thought process pretty well. There’s a little bit of angst, followed up by Talking About Feelings and a hint of hurt/comfort. Overall, a decent read. 

10. Class Differences by wisia Tim/Kon. 13,500 words. Ooooooh man this was a good one. I was expecting silliness and fluff. Instead I got a ride of feels and some really really well written words. This fic centers around Kon dealing with the publicity that comes with being “Timothy Drake”’s boyfriend. And man is it rough. I just loved it though, absolutely incredible. I might reread it sometime and make a moodboard idk.

11. Matters of the Heart by @nyerus Tim/Kon. 13,500 words. This one is a case fic, with Kon realizing he’s in love with Tim and having to deal with that. Very plotty, but the action was done super well, so it added to the overall vibe of the fic. Kon is so in love with Tim, he’s hopeless, it’s great. Also, the author got Kon’s point of view down, like damn it’s incredible. Definitely worth a read!

12. What’s in a name? by dancingsweetheart129 Tim/Kon. 21,000 words. This one is more of a character introspection, as Kon learns to let his old name go as he grows up. I wasn’t really a fan of the writing style, it was too fast in some places and too wordy in others, and the prose got a little messy at times. But it is a really good character study, so if you’re looking for Kon centered fics, this is worth a shot.

13. We’re Not Dating by @dianaraven (once again, i’m not entirely sure this is the right url bc it wasn’t linked in the fic and I had to do some digging. sorry!) Tim/Kon. 5,500 words. Exactly what it says on the box. An old trope but a good one, fluff, pining, and people not realizing they’re in love with each other. Just a good, wholesome read.

14. Reveries by @nyerus Tim/Kon. 5,500 words. Another fic by nyerus, but this one’s short and sweet. Again, focused mainly on Tim, but it features the two of them being super in love and adorable and I love it. Read it if you want Cute Boyfriends being Cute Boyfriends (and tim getting some sleep for once in his life).

Alright, here are 14 fics to get you started. I also recommend you check out the individual authors fic recs, I really only put one of each on there (except for nyerus, they get two bc they’re great), but all of them have some really good DC fics. Once again, if you want more fics, or ones with a different ship/fandom, don’t hesitate to pop in my inbox. Happy reading!

(Also, I’m going to link my Kon-El aesthetic that I made bc it never hurts to get into the mood before you start diving into fics.)

[samuelroukin]

lee pace would make such a good pirate damn! i have timothy omundson as joe cockram (oc Very loosely based on a real pirate but at this point not really lol)

If you could cast an actor to play an Izzy love interest (so an actor not already in the show) who would it be?

Bonus points if you say who they'd play (either an irl pirate or an OC)

I'll go first.

Lee Pace as Sam Bellamy

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

Shower

Timothy Thatcher x Fem OC/Reader

My first WWE Fanfiction! I hope you all like it! I take requests so please feel free to drop by and drop me some ideas! 

Warnings: Oral sex, mentions of bodily injuries

He drags himself everywhere, now. For three days she had watched him move sluggishly around her, his eyes looking straight through her, never quite sure if he’s present or not. 

He falls asleep before her and wakes before her, they miss each other by mere moments, only seeing each other long enough for a smile and a glance. 

No more, she thinks, and decides enough is enough. 

It’s Thursday, his lightest and her busiest day, but she makes the choice and calls out. He will sleep late into the morning and she will finally have time to make things right for both of them. 

There is a brief second, when he wakes to find her still next to him, that he smiles and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. She thinks maybe things are better, that he’s okay and all he needed was some sleep. 

But he’s the same sluggish, tired self he’s been for a week now. 

They eat breakfast together and he lounges on the couch, TV on but not paying attention. And finally, she thinks of a last resort. 

“You need a shower,” she says to him, leaning against the wall of the living room. He only grunts, lifting an arm to smell himself. 

“I’ll take one in a bit,” he says. She sighs and stands in his direct eyeline, now. He stares and says nothing. 

Last week he would’ve at least given her a smile, but this week had drained him completely, it seemed. 

“I said,” she starts again, “you need a shower.” Her voice drops slightly and moves her hands behind her, sauntering towards him. She feels slightly ridiculous, but he raises his eyebrows and that’s more of a reaction than she’s gotten out of him all day so it must be working. 

“You trying to tell me something, doll?” he asks, his voice lighter. There’s a hint of smirk on his face, but she still wants more. 

She stretches out a hand to him, 

“Come with me,” she says, quietly. He watches her for a second, his face softening, and finally takes her hand. She pulls him up and struggles while he groans and chuckles at her. 

She’d set record time in clearing out the bathroom of all the junk they’d left in there, save only for the biggest and coziest towel she owned. The water was already running, knowing it would take it a moment to heat up properly. 

She turned to him and found his face back in a frown. 

“Take off your shirt,” she said. 

He arched an eyebrow. 

She was going to have to do more, it seemed. 

She played with the hem of his shirt, stepping closer to him, 

“If you take yours off, I’ll take mine off,” she said, softly. He only smirked and obliged, slowly pulling it off, wincing in pain. 

Bruises and scrapes from earlier in the week colored his torso, a nasty cut from a month ago was healing slowly. Cuts along his biceps made her pause, running a gentle hand over them. 

“Turn around,” she said. He did. 

His back was the same as the rest, bruised and cut up and still healing. No wonder he was in a bad mood, she thought. 

He turned back to face her, 

“Your turn, love,” he mumbled, looking her over. 

Her heart beat faster. It wasn’t like they hadn’t stripped down bare in front of each other before, but this moment felt heavier. Her own shirt, raggedy and light as a feather seemed to weigh more than before as she tried to pull it over her head. She tossed it aside and felt goosebumps form where the cool air hit her skin. 

“Fucking gorgeous,” he mumbled, one hand tracing along her collarbone down the middle of her chest. She shivered under his touch. 

“These next,” she said, pulling at the band of his sweatpants. Just as strained as with his shirt, he pushed them down and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. There was nothing else, and he stood in front of her completely bare. She was staring, of course she was staring. She was trying to play it cool, walking a fine line between cool and so fucking horny. 

A curled finger under her chin lifted her head back up to look at him, 

“You next,” he said. There was no smile on his face, but his eyes told a different story.

Her shorts and underwear came down in one quick motion leaving nothing between them now. 

The steam from the shower started to seep out into the rest of the bathroom, 

“Water’s ready,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him with her into the tub. 

They stood under the water for a few minutes, letting the hot water calm them down. His eyes had been closed the entire time, his hair matting down onto his forehead. She could see every part of him relax under the water pressure, and for a moment he seemed younger. 

She watched water droplets roll down his arms, following the paths of his veins, his beard, his chest hair all softening under it. Even the bruises on his body seemed to fade slightly. She put her hands on his chest and leaned up to kiss him. He parted his lips but stayed still. So she kept going. 

Down his jaw, his neck, his chest she pressed soft and lingering kisses until she felt his arms wrap around her waist. 

He rested his head on her shoulder and she ran her nails through his hair. 

“Wait,” she whispered in his ear, moving out of his grip to grab the bottle of soap. A fancy one where the name wasn’t even on the bottle itself that smelled of citrus. 

She lathered it in her hands while he watched. With gentle hands she began to rub it over his shoulders, then down his arms, carefully going over the cuts still healing. Occasionally she looked up at him, her hands making their way down his stomach. 

His eyes were closed, mouth slightly parted, a look of complete calm on his face that she hadn’t seen in weeks. 

It was working, she thought. 

“Turn around,” she instructed and he did so. She repeated the movements with the same pace, first his shoulders, then his arms, then working her way down his back. His breathing steadied, his shoulders had dropped, and the water was still hot. So far so good. 

And with that, she couldn’t help herself and gave him a little squeeze on his ass that made him huff in surprise. 

“I was wondering when you’d get to it,” he said. He turned back to her, smiling lightly. 

She acted surprised, 

“You thought I got you into the shower with me to do that?” she asked. 

“Well why else would you?” he asked, pulling her hand to his lips. 

“Maybe I thought you just smelled that bad,” she said, shrugging. 

“And now?” he asked, leaning in. 

She turned her face up away from him, 

“Better,” she said, nonchalantly. 

“I think that deserves something special,” he said, pressing himself up against her. One hand still in his, he guided it down to his cock, his other hand twisting and teasing her breasts. 

She inhaled sharply. Of course this was the whole point of their shower, but he always made her breath hitch, always made her heart beat a little faster, always made her blush. And the worst part? He enjoyed every bit of that. 

“What do you want, my love?” she whispered in his ear, 

“You,” he breathed into her. 

Her lips hovered over his and pulled back only when he tried to kiss her. He groaned and she swore she could cum right there from that sound alone. 

“Let me take care of you,” she whispered, pushing him against the shower wall. 

As carefully as she could, with the help of him holding her, she got to her knees, her hands still wrapped around him. Slowly and deliberately, she moved her hand up and down, the other hand gripping his thigh. 

She looked up just as he closed his eyes and sighed, resting his head back on the wall. He had one hand running over his face, the other hand gripped tight in her hair. 

“Like that?” she asked softly, pressing a kiss to the tip. He shuddered and she smiled. 

She had him right where she wanted him. Dragging her tongue along the length of it, she listened to the groan in his throat growing louder, the hand in her hair pulling her forward to take him. 

“What do you want, darling?” she asked, pressing her lips to him. 

“Please,” he begged. 

“Please what?” she asked. 

He whined and she had never felt so satisfied, so powerful around him before. 

“Please what?” she asked again with a tug to him, his mouth open but no sound escaping. 

“Take me,” he said, looking at her, finally. “All of me.” 

She smiled wide, 

“Anything she want, sweetheart,” she whispered. She started slow, lips covering just the tip, and heard the breath catch in his throat. 

Slowly, she moved her head down, her tongue circling him as she went. She took him all in until she could feel the tip pressing against the back of her throat, until her eyes watered and a gag came from her. He moaned as she pulled back, spit dripping down her chin. He looked up for a moment and his eyes went wide, 

“Fuck,” he whispered, the hand in her hair moving to cup her cheek. 

“Should I keep going?” she teased. He nodded frantically, hand going back into her hair. This time, she picked up the pace. 

She took as much of him as she could, her hand wrapped around the rest of him, moving her mouth and hand in the same rhythm, drawing it out as long as she could. 

It drove him wild, and the hand in her hair didn’t let up, either. 

She ran her tongue over him and felt him shake beneath her. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, a string of fuck’s following it growing quieter. His legs shook and he pulled her forward hard. 

It didn’t take long after that, for him to finish off in her mouth. Her own eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, hot and thick pouring into her mouth with only the faintest sound of her name coming from his lips. 

Slowly, she pulled herself back, wiping the remnants of him off her mouth watching him intently, letting the hot water wash it away. His head was propped up against the shower wall, breathing heavy, her name falling from his lips so quietly she could barely hear it. 

He looked down at her and smiled, one hand coming to cup her cheek. 

“Help me up?” she asked softly. He nodded and grabbed your arms. 

“Here we go,” he said, helping her up, keeping her steady. He hugged her tight against him, but stared at her, wiping her wet hair out of her face. “Gorgeous,” he whispered before kissing her. 

“How do you feel?” she asked. 

“Better,” he said, finally smiling at her. “A lot better, in fact.” 

They stood there until the water ran cold, and moved out, wrapping themselves in one big towel until they got to their bed. 

[aggedyann]

Morning Cuddles

Two of my OCs with a sneezy snuggly morning. vague mention of nausea.

“Hatchoo!”

Tim, pressed against Ethan’s back let out a sigh as Ethan crawled out of bed, grabbing a tissue in the process. They had been lying in bed awake, Ethan more so than Tim, just enjoying the feel of each other.

“You ok, Sweety?” Between trying to get comfortable with a recently broken arm and a migraine the night before, Tim had had a rough night. “Is it your arm? Your head?”

“Don’t go.” Tim mumbled, softly.

It was Ethan’s turn to sigh. “Babe, you know once the sneezing starts, I’m in for an hour of it. I’ll just keep you awake. I know you didn’t get much sleep. I’ve never seen you with a migraine that bad. Plus you’re still getting used to sleeping on your right side.”

“Just want you here.” Tim was plaintive.

Ethan hesitated. “Let me get my allergy meds first.” He paused. “How’s your head and arm? Need anything for pain?”

Tim sat up, shaking his head. “I had some Tylenol about 4 when the nausea went away.” He slid back down, trying to get comfortable, finally sticking the pillow Ethan had brought from the couch under his arm for support.

“Hatshoo!” Ethan returned from the bathroom, pressing a tissue to his nose. “I don’t want to end up saying ‘I told you so’ when I keep you awake.” He warned.

“Bless you. Don’t care about sleep. Can do that later. Just want to cuddle.”

Ethan smiled. “Not sure how I’m going to keep my arms around you, sneezing. Don’t want to sneeze on you either.”

“Don’t care” Tim yawned.

Ethan grabbed a fistful of tissues from the box and sat down on the bed, swinging his legs over. “You really had a rough night.” Came his comment as he wrapped his arms around Tim.

Tim folded into him. “Long night.”

Ethan smiled. “Not like you to be this snuggly in the morning. Usually you’re right out of bed for breakfast.”

“Don’t mention breakfast.”

“Thought you said…” He paused, removing his arm from Tim’s shoulders, pressing the tissues to his nose. “Atchoo! Said the nausea was gone.”

“Don’t wanna tempt it.”

Ethan squeezed his arm around Tim. “Did you sleep at all?”

“A little. Don’t talk. Just cuddle.” Tim melted against Ethan.

5 sneezes later, Ethan was finally figuring out how to make things work. His best option was to turn towards his head towards his shoulder and sneeze openly, pulling away from Tim when he had to blow his nose.

“How’s the arm?” He asked as his hand brushed against Tim’s cast. Tim had tripped earlier in the week locking up his bike, landing awkwardly on his left arm.

“Hurts.” Tim mumbled.

“How bad?”

He felt Tim shrug. “Not awful. Just aches.”

“Enough for a pain pill?” He knew Tim was downplaying; he hated the pain pills.

“Maybe.” Tim reluctantly admitted. “Just not now. Don’t want you to move.”

“Hahshoo!” Another sneeze aimed over his shoulder.

“You’re on pace for 20.”

“Doing the math.” Ethan chuckled. “My sneezing isn’t bothering your head?”

“Headache’s gone.” Time reassured him, pressing tighter against him.

Ethan took this as a sign to keep quiet. Another six sneezes and 20 minutes, he spoke again.

“Feeling ok now? After snuggling?”

“Hayeehhdsshoo, ehhdzzhoo!” Tim’s response was a pause followed by two sneezes that propelled him from Ethan’s arms.

“Bless you! Where did those come from?” Tim wasn’t usually sneezy in the mornings…or at all. He reached over for tissues, handing them to Tim.

“Might be getting a cold.” Tim mumbled.

Ethan laughed. “I know you, Timothy Fitzpatrick. You either have a cold or you don’t.” He inhaled sharply. “Hatshoo!

“Have a cold. Sneezing fit in the bathroom at 2.” He cleared his throat.

“Need cold medicine?” Now that Tim mentioned it, he did sound stuffed up.

He felt Tim shake his head. “Just some sneezing and a stuffy nose right now.”

“When you’re up for it, I’ll make you chickensoup…Ahshoo!...soup, and feed it to you in bed.”

Tim laughed this time. “You’ve sneezed 17 times, and your hour isn’t over yet. Gonna be a bad allergy day for you. I’ll take my chances trying to eat with my right hand.”

Ethan mock pouted. “Fine. We can still snuggle on the couch and watch movies all day.”

Tim nestled back against him. “That sounds nice.”

Ethan lapsed into silence again as they enjoyed being next to each other. Another 3 sneezes later, he spoke again.

“I’m breaking 20, aren’t I?”

“Only if you sneeze in the next five minutes.” Tim laughed, knowing Ethan was more likely to sneeze than not. “I think I’m ready to try breakfast when you’re done sneezing.”

“How do you know I’m not?” Ethan countered. “And who says I’m making breakfast?”

“You sound like there’s at least one more in you. The guy with the broken arm.”

“I sound like…” Ethan trailed off rubbing his nose. “I’m not going to sneeze. Gonna prove you wrong.” He rubbed harder at his nose.

“You know you can’t stop it.” Tim reminded him. “You’re gonna sneeze.”

“Am not.” Ethan press his wrist firmly against his nose, so hard it was painful.

“E, what is so bad about breaking 20?”

“Means bad…allergies.” Ethan managed.

“So your nose will be itchy, tickly, and you’ll be sneezing all day?”

Ethan nodded, gritting his teeth. 3 minutes left. “We don’t have to go outside where the pollen is.” Tim pointed out. “Stay inside with the dust.”

“Hate you.” Ethan hissed.

“E, you know holding it back makes it worse.” He looked at Ethan’s twitching nose. “Your nose must be really itching. C’mon babe, let that sneeze out.” He turned his head and quickly kissed Ethan’s nose, then ducked out of the way.

“HahAHTShoo! Hate you.” Ethan reached for tissues as his eyes took on a faraway look again. “Ahshoo!”

“Told you. Holding it back makes it worse.” Tim crawled out of bed. “Let’s eat, then you can sneeze and snuggle with me on the couch.”

[zzoupz]

trying to draw again so faith oc stuffs 😄

[artobotsrollout]

Because I have several refs in the works...

Transformers OC Voice Claims!

Links to audio for reference

Backslash: Jonathan Freeman as Jafar

Quicksilver: Dameon Clarke as Timothy Lawrence but for everyday speech when he isn't nervous, tired, etc it's just a little slower than this performance in word pacing with a more confident air.

Magpie (Typhoon) : Emily Blunt as Tempest Shadow

Shockgnaw: Suzanne Pleshette as Zira

Crossflare: Tabitha St. Germain as Luna

Flint Streak: Janeane Garofalo as Stith

[animemangasoul]

You Have A Home With Me

Summery: Tim takes in a meta human kid and tries to keep him a secret from the rest of the batfamily until his team gets back. It doesn’t go as planned. And with an entire criminal empire after the kid, it’s all Tim can do to keep it all under wraps and away from the media’s attention.

Characters: Tim Drake, OC, Batfamily, Young Justice

Chapter: 1/5

“Hey,” Tim said softly, lowering himself gently next to the shaking kid; his muscles ached and he was pretty sure his wrist was at least sprained but--- “It’s ok,” he muttered, trying and failing to not look at the boy. “You didn’t mean to hurt anybody. You didn’t mean to hurt me.”

The kid flinched, scooting away from him as quick as his gangly limbs will let him, gaunt face turning ashen and bottom lip trembling.  

Oh shit.

“Please, please don’t cry!”  

Tim doesn’t know what to do with crying children. Hell, he was hundred percent sure he’d never even met a crying child before! “Just.... I’m sorry. We don’t need to talk about it. Forget I even said anything--- Why don’t we just... you know... you—It's fine if you’re scared and stuff and I didn’t mean... I... Just please don’t cry?” The last words come out so uncertain that Tim feels himself stumbling over the phrase with a slight waver in his voice.

And whatever in his tone seems to work on the kid because blue eyes peer up at him behind dirty blonde hair, uncertain and wary but at least focused on him now. Tim smiled, small and worried but when an echo of a smile, similar to his own greeted him back he found his lips tilting into more of a genuine one. “Look at that,” he said, words no louder than a whisper. “Your face can do something other than scowl.”

The kid glared and Tim huffed, reaching up with his right hand to quickly ruffle his hair which made the kid pout even more. Grinning Tim hauled himself back on his feet; eyes never straying from the kid but still very aware of the unconscious bodies around them, or at least Tim hoped they were only unconscious.

God knows what the kid might have done to them after Tim got temporarily knocked out.  

“We need to get out of here,” he said; keeping his left hand close to his chest as he discreetly tried to scrutinize the kid’s appearance. ‘Couple of bruises and a split lip,’ the thought. ‘He got lucky. I got lucky.’

Scrambling back on his feet; baggy clothes almost tripping him over in his haste, the kid looked up at him with a frown, suspicion gleaming in his eyes. Tim sighed. ‘Here we go again.’

“We need to go,” he reiterated, taking a step away from the kid and slowly starting to make his way down the alley. “I don’t know what you’re running from but whatever it is you can keep it to yourself for all I care, I’m not going to push you. It’s none of my business anyways. I just wanna get out of here, so-” Glancing back at the kid still standing rigidly by the dumpsters he lifted an eyebrow. “You coming?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before he continues walking. Mind still reeling from the fact that he’d just got himself involved in human trafficking scheme ‘or more like meta trafficking going by the kid’s ability’ in his civilian identity no less. Tim didn’t know how he was going to talk himself out of this one if the media ever got wind of it and the longer he stayed here the easier it was--

A pitter patter of hasty footsteps tumbled after him and Tim nearly paused but refrained from the urge to turn and look at the kid, instead keeping a steady pace all the way to his car parked by the corner; head down and bangs hiding his well-known face. Thankfully it was nighttime and not many people who were particularly interested in Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne’s private life were out and about and those interested robbing a rich teen well, Tim could probably handle them himself or sick the kid on them or something.  

Finally, at the door, he twisted it open and let the invite remain unspoken. Just held the car door open and stayed silent. If the brat wasn’t willing to take a leap of faith, well, Tim wasn’t going to pressure him but after everything they’d been through for the last twenty-four hours, the young CEO would hope the kid-

A tiny body darted past him and in a blink of an eye a bundle of over-sized jumpsuit was pressed against his leather seat; face hiding in the croak of skinny elbow. Tim huffed, a silent weight of relief washing over him “Ok,” he said, striding to the other side of the car. “This is good. It’s all good so far. It’s going to be fine.”

God, he hoped it stayed that way.

Shuffling into the front seat, he silently eyed the blonde hair; the only visible part of the kid that he could see and sighed. “Seat-belt brat,” he said, fastening his own before starting the car. “It’s gonna be a long ride back to my apartment.”

A meta human kid in Gotham, that could destroy shit with his mind, what could possibly go wrong?

@miss-choco-chips Hey hun. Here is my first very very short first chapter. Hope you like it (wrings hands.)

@throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen I don’t know if you’ll be interested but hopefully you do! X D

[gallickingun]

I LOVE THAT!! It's so freaking cute and honestly fem!pirate captain x merman!Kiri is a really cool concept. (Also imagine all the opportunities for angst??) What color(s) do you think Kiri's tail would be? —🧜‍♀️

i’ll give you another snippet here too after i tell you - i think that kiri would have like iridescent scales?? like with a black base so when you look at him under the water, it’s black, and then when it shifts under the sunlight it catches like somewhere between crimson and burgundy!!! 

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The water ripples and you watch Kirishima emerge from his slumber, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He immediately searches for you, his eyes frantic to find you. You reach across the lip of the tub and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Right here, love,” you smile, watching as he takes everything in just like he does every morning.

He shakes his head, “No, I can’t be here.”

“What?”

Kirishima swallows and begins to fidget in the tub, “You have to let me out. Something bad is about to happen.”

“Kiri,” you press your palms against his cheeks which are incredibly hot. You notice the water is steaming in the tub, “What’s goin’ on? Tell me.”

The ship creaks and you lose your footing, but he catches you before you can fall. His eyes are frantic, “That’s what’s going on.”

Instead of asking more questions, you heave underneath his armpits and hoist him up. He helps you by pushing himself upward with his arms, but you’re still having to drag him toward the large window at the back of your room.

“You’re jus’ gonna-”

“I’ll meet you later tonight,” he says quickly, kissing your knuckles before diving out of the window and down into the water.

\\

Night falls and you’re pacing in your room when you hear a song coming from your window.

Your body feels heavy immediately, but you can’t stop yourself from going to the window and following the voice. You close your eyes, trying to see the person singing. Why is someone singing? You’re not sure, but you just know you have to follow the voice.

You begin climbing out the window and you’re ready to jump down into the ocean when the singing stops. You hear your name and you shake your head, opening your eyes.

Suddenly you pull yourself from your stupor and remember your mermaid stranded in the water. You drop down the lifeboat that is connected to your cabin and watch as Kirishima clambers into it.

The beating of your heart skips when you notice he is pouring blood from his torso and neck.

You drag him up as quickly as possible. It takes you a few minutes, but you’re not the captain of this ship because you’re weak and feeble. Your muscles bulge under the strain, but you’re hoisting him into your cabin before too long.

“Water,” he gasps, his face paling. He chokes on his own breath.

The bath is full, so when you help him into it, you’re unsure why he doesn’t regain composure immediately like he did when you first brought him to it.

“Lost a lot of blood,” Kiri murmurs, cradling his side. 

The water turns red, tendrils of his own blood snaking around his body as if they were the reaper coming to collect his soul.

“S’it true?” you ask, gripping onto the bathtub like your life depends on it. You let your tears fall now that you’re in his company. Kirishima tilts his head and rests his clammy hand against your cheek, “I-Is what true?”

“Mermaid tears.”

He nods, “They heal.”

“Can they heal you?” you ask, holding on tightly to his hand that is barely cradling your cheek. You slap his face as his head begins to lull backward, “Aye! Listen to me.”

“Yes,” he nods weakly, “Yes.”

You grab a flask from your desk and open the cap, “C’mon, love, I know ya’ got’it in you.”

He squints his eyes and as soon as the tears slip over the rim of the flask, there’s a fierce knocking on your door.

“Captain.”

Ollie.

She doesn’t wait for you to respond, “Timothy and Charlie ain’t gonna make it t’rough the night. D’ya wan’a final say?”

You look down at Kirishima and he’s confused as he gazes up at you. His voice is barely above a whisper, crackling in his throat, “W-What happened?”

“Ta’ monster,” you gasp, trying to keep your voice down. The flask shakes in your hands but you try to hide it. “It grabbed ‘em before you could get to it. They’re dyin’.”

Kirishima releases you to push the flask into your chest, “Give it to them.”

“B-But you’ll-”

He shakes his head, “I’ll be fine. Give it to them.”

You know you don’t have much time because Ollie is banging on your door, so you squeeze his hand tightly and whisper, “You bet’er not die on me.”

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ps, ollie is just another oc that i had who is hopelessly in love with the captain and eventually has a sword fight with captain!reader over the fact that she’s in love with her lol 

[spencer-is-amazing]

Salvation (Michael Langdon x OC)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Character

Word Length: 2k~

Warnings: None

Chapter 1: The End (x)

Chapter 2: The Beginning (x)

Chapter 3: Purple or Grey 

Also posted on my Ao3 account! (x)

Wilhemina Venable lead Timothy, Emily and Julie through a tall tunnel that let to an open area, lit by a large fire that showed off just how massive the downstairs was.

Timothy inquired as to whether it was a fall out shelter, and Venable responded in a bleak tone, “It is now. For many years it served as an exclusive boys school.”

Julie was tempted to ask what kind of boy’s school was this deep underground and this strangely creepy, but Emily beat her to it, “What kind of boys school is subterranean?”

“The Cooperative, to whom we owe our eternal gratitude, took ownership and converted it once they realized what was coming.”

“The Cooperative knew the bombs were gonna drop and they didn’t make more? Try to save more people?” One look from Venable had Julie shutting her mouth.

“The Cooperative has plans far beyond the temporary cleansing fire of the bomb.” She led them through the main room downstairs, going through another passageway that led to a spiraled set of stairs. Julie would’ve been amazed under any other circumstances at the neat architecture.

“The Cooperative is not made up of nations or armies.” She paused at the base of the spiral. “It is a collection of the dozen greatest minds mankind has to offer. The visionaries.”

Julie couldn’t help herself, “Are you apart of the Cooperative?”

Venable ignored Julie’s question, and truthfully Julie hadn’t expected an answer, in turn explained exactly why they were there. She said technology was the problem, had led people to believe that they were equal, and it made Julie uneasy.

Venable sounded like one of those radicals who still believed in slavery and segregation and from the way there were people dressed in grey cleaning the floors, this would be a very uncomfortable lifestyle. Who even decided who got live in luxury and who scrubbed the toilets? Venable? The Cooperative?

She led the three of them into one room, “You are a purple.” The three of them were confused as Venable opened up a closet full of Victoria style purple dresses.

“The elite, the worthy.” Venable pierced Julie with a glare. “Those chosen to survive.”

Emily walked into the closet and pulled out a purple coat, scoffing at its ugliness. “I’m supposed to wear this shit?”

“In the Outpost, everyone must know their place.” Once again, she met Julie’s eyes. “The purple’s wear purple, the Grey’s, Grey.”

“Who are the Grey’s?” Venable called them the worker ants and said that they were here to serve, claiming they were grateful for the opportunity. It made her stomach turn to hear another human speak about others in such a degrading way.

Venable led Timothy to his room; closet full of purple suits and said much of the same that had been said to Emily before stepping out, leaving Julie alone with her. It was an awkward few minutes of silence.

“Am I a purple too?”

Venable’s face flickered in the light of the candle, “If it were up to me, you would have been left to the blast.” The terrifying woman tapped her cane twice. “If it were up to me, you’d be a grey.”

Julie held her breath, lungs whimpering for air but fear kept her still. Would she really throw her out?

“But lucky for you, the Cooperative is responsible for your survival. Now come, you should get settled in.”

The only sound that echoed through the underground cavern was Venable’s cane, taking her to a room that was much out of place from the others, as well as much larger. It felt so foreign, like attaching a prosthetic limb that was much more deserving of someone else.

There was a queen sized bed, a roaring fireplace, a massive closet which most likely held more purple clothes, and three couches that looked great for leisuring. But how did one leisuring when the world had burned and there were people deemed under her nose. It made her sick to be given all this.

Venable was on her way out when she spoke up, “The house rules are simple; you will address me as Ms. Venable, you may never leave the building and if you do you will not be allowed back inside.”

Venable tapped her cane, “Copulation of any kind is forbidden.” Not allowing sex in the end of times was pretty fucked.

“We dress for dinner, you’ll find your dinner wear on the left side of the armoire. Cocktails in the music room at 6:30, be prompt.”

She slid the door open; “There’s no excuse for tardiness when there’s nothing to do.” Julie flinched when the door slammed shut, eyes watering and lip trembling.

So this was her life now; living in Outpost 3 under the cruel thumb of Ms. Venable, following her rules and never seeing the cold light of day again. No one could blame her for wetting her pillow with tears.

~

Julie March left her room at 6:20, donned in a purple dress that belonged more in a 19th century novel than in 2020, but at least it was comfy so she couldn’t complain. A grey was a few feet away from her door and led her to the lounge hall, never making eye contact or speaking a word.

It was unsettling to say the least. But even worse were the people she was greeted to in the lounge area.

There was Gallant, a white haired flamboyant man-child who hated the repetitive song on the radio and had a liking for Coco’s hair, as well as being Evie’s grandson. And as for Evie, she was a bitter old woman who thought she deserved this so called ‘Salvation’ because she attended the Oscars with Natalie Wood.

There wasn’t much to say about the others; A white guy named Stu laid in the arms of his lover who’s name she still didn’t know, and a grey named Mallory complained to Coco that she deserved to be a purple.

Emily and Timothy came in after her and sat close, staring at the each other. So this was the end of the world, the last of civilization in one neat little box.

Gallant was making a fuss over Coco’s strange up do, and once more complaining about the song on the radio that played 24/7 and never changed or stopped.

A middle aged black woman who introduced herself as Dinah Stevens came near Timothy and tried to make conversation, while Gallant moved from Coco to asking Emily if anything was happening outside.

“It’s all gone. Everything.” None of them looked shocked, aside from Stu who couldn’t believe the word was dead in just two weeks.

Dinner was an awkward affair consisting of gelatin cubes with enough nutrients to keep the body alive, and conversation that made her want to tear her hair out. At least until Gallant grew brave enough to address her, as no one else had.

“So why do you get a special room? Everyone else is on the second floor but I saw you come from downstairs. In fact, what makes you a purple and not a grey?”

Gallant must have realized he was being to forward and backtracked, “Not trying to insult you or anything-“

Stu muttered “too late” and Gallant shot him a look before addressing her again, “I’m not saying you don’t deserve to be purple cause this whole system of who does and doesn’t is fucked in the ass, but just like, why you? I could do so much more with a bigger room.”

A lot of questions from a small-minded idiot, but she wasn’t mean enough to say that aloud. “To be honest, it’s just as surprising to you as it is to me. “ There wasn’t much else to say, so she stayed quiet, ignoring Evie’s glare at her side.

Julie used her fork to cut up her cube in four pieces, eating each one as slow as she could, even if the hunger was gnawing at her gut. A laugh nearly erupted when Coco ate hers in one bite and complained aloud that she wanted more.

“Fuck this bullshit!” Julie wanted to snort as Coco stood and spoke to the whole table, “With all the thought that went into this place, they don’t have a single bag of Pirate’s Booty in the pantry? For a hundred million dollars a ticket, I expect goddam Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen cooking us real food!”

Julie dropped her head when Ms. Venable came into sight, cane clacking on the ground. It was no shocker when she slapped Coco clean across the face, but the thing that did shock Julie was the short stout woman who was next to Ms. Venable.

It was akin to being slapped herself; she knew her.

At least, she thinks she did. Julie bites her lip in irritation, as she can’t place just where she’s seen here. It was like knocking on your own front door but no one answers, or like an autobiography with empty pages.

Her eyes closed and she traveled through her thoughts, avoiding all the happy memories of life before two weeks ago, and it was as if there was a fog in her brain, scrambling a few certain things she so desperately wanted to see.

“Are we boring you?”

Her eyes jolted open to find the whole table watching her, though the short stout woman was the one who had spoken to her. Julie shook her head and the stout woman gave her a soft smile that made her feel like a kid again.

Ms. Venable spoke of a carrier pigeon that had come, a message stating the there were in fact three other Outposts, but they had been overrun. That life outside these walls was nothing more than rotting corpses and hungry cannibals. They were it.

It was stomach curling to hear that after only two weeks like had all but been destroyed outside these walls; that there was nothing out there was cannibals and, she quotes, ‘canker puss monsters.’ Julie hoped she would never have to meet them.

A few other people walked in, dressed in black, and the tallest one leaned down to whisper in the stout woman’s ear.

“We have a problem.”

They had taken Stu and Gallant, claims of them having radiation spikes and Julie only assumed they were dead. They’d been allowed to leave after the two men had been dragged away, and Julie nearly vomited up her cube, but knew it would only hurt her in the long run.

She changed into her nightwear and paced the room, fire reflecting shapes on the wall. It was too early for sleep, and talking to the others would be as bad as being alone. There were no books in here and asking Ms. Venable if there was a library seemed too scary an option.

Were they supposed to do this for the next 18 months until they ran out of food, then what? Starve? Go crazy?

A sorrow filled chuckle filled the room but she refused to shed any more tears. It was acceptance or die.

A knock on the door brought her from her reverie, and Julie quickly slid it open, brows furrowing in confusion when no one was on the other side. Who the hell ding dong ditched in a damn fallout shelter?

“Hello?” There were no Grey’s, no Purple’s, no one. She was stepping back in when a flash from the corner of her eye had her sharply turning to the left, eyes widening at what she saw a few feet away.

It was a body covered in black latex, head to toe and in a pose that felt insanely nauseatingly threatening. “Can I help you?”

The figure stood there and this was something out of a horror movie to be honest. Only she would stand and talk to whatever the hell it was. “Hey!”

She yelled for it when the figure turned and walked away. Julie looked around, was she supposed to follow him? Or was this just some trick they were all playing on her for shits and giggles? This was such a scenario that you saw in movies like Scream, where you’re yelling for the girl to run away from the killer, but in Julie’s case, death might be better than life at Outpost 3.

With one last look at the much too large and painfully clean room, she closed the door and followed the figure.

Thanks for reading!

[drgnrder82]

Fictober 2019: Day 13

Fandom: Pokemon / Detective Pikachu

Prompt: “I can’t come back.”

Rating: PG

Trigger Warning: Not sure how to tag, prejudice maybe? 

Characters:  Tim Goodman, Emolga, OC’s Alison Angeles

A/N: These snippets follow after the events of a fanfic I finished called Heart of Gold that can be read in full on AO3 here.

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“She is not staying in this house. If you had any sense you wouldn’t have brought someone like that to this town!”

Were these words actually coming out of his Gram’s mouth? Was this actually happening?

“What are you talking about?” He’d never known his Gram to ever have so much venom in her voice, to carry so much hate. Ever. Tim had been gone months and this was the greeting he got. “What? Are you saying I can’t come back? Because, I wasn’t coming back without Alison. And I’m not sending her home without me. I wanted you to meet the woman I…”

“You spend a few months in the city and this is what happens? I should have known. We sheltered you here. All you kids but…”

“Gram! You haven’t even spoken to her!” He hadn’t realized his voice had raised all the way to shouting. “You know nothing about her!”

“She’s on a Team, Timothy!” Her tattoo. Buried among all of them, that little symbol neither even thought about anymore. “We have been so fortunate in this town keeping it Team free and you brought one here.”

It was almost laughable, though it was the absolute wrong time to laugh. “Gram, she’s not…”

“I saw it, Tim! Team Skull.”

“So what if she was? She’s not now. Do you really think you raised someone so-”

“-naive! It’s what you are if you think someone could ever leave a Team.”

“I didn’t expect you, you of all people, to be so short sighted. To jump to conclusions based on what she looks like.” They’d only arrived a few minutes ago and it had all fallen apart already.

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“Well, would you look at that.” Em’s entire attitude mirrored her own once the shouting started. She hadn’t thought about it. Tim had said it would be warm still, she’d come from the gym in her spare clean clothes and that was that. “Screwed up his homecoming.” She kicked a rock at the tree. “I probably shouldn’t even stay!” Another rock. “I’ll be lucky not to be lynched at this pace.” Lightning blasted the third rock before it hit the tree. “Told you I just screw up people’s lives. Sure you wouldn’t be happier running around the forest here for the rest of your life?” “

Emolga,” she whimpered at Alison.

“Dumb. So stupid.”

They paced together around the front yard trying hard to work out their mutual annoyance. Leaventown was quaint. Cute. In some ways a lot like Lavender Town, except bigger and way less depressing not having the towering monolith of a building with Ghost Types hovering constantly.

A broken paving stone had cracked the base of the gate and now it hung lopsided. Em took an interest in it, tugging at it and squeaking after she’d almost tripped over it on their way up to the house.

Even if she sounded crazy talking to her partner, “We could fix it.” There were new pieces of fencing and pavers sitting out and she wasn’t keen on entering in the middle of the shouting that had continued.

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“Maybe, maybe you could just try to talk to her! Once! Instead of acting so irrational.” Thudding reverberated from the yard making him pause long enough to figure out what was interrupting him.

“I’m not done,” Gram followed him down the hall.

“I am.” Tim threw open the front door running right into Em’s path and gaining himself a mouth full of fur. “Oh, yeah, hi Em. Thanks for that.” She turned and followed him to the gate that lay on the ground. Broken pieces had already been pried off and thrown off in a pile near the new bricks. Surely his Gram had or would soon have hired someone to fix it but that seemed moot now. “What are you doing?” Silently he prayed she hadn’t heard them even though he was sure she had to have.

“I can’t sit still, you know that.” Each nail only took two hits to be flush with the board. “Not like this is hard to fix.”

Back at the door he could feel his Gram hovering, watching them with that same judgmental expression she’d had inside so Tim welcomed their next distraction as Jack walked up the sidewalk.

“Let’s go for a walk.” Tim prompted as Jack arrived, “You can see the town.”

“After I get this back up and the brick replaced before I kill myself on this path.”

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“Body and Soul” (Aqualad x OC, Pride and Prejudice!AU)

It’s exactly one hour and six minute until february 15th, but I just finished watching Pride and Prejudice with the roomies, so enjoy my official Valentine’s Day One-Shot for Aquafire!

@the-shadow-of-atlantis @princes-jasmine @super-spoiler @flamebiirds @keanureevesislesbian @sapphicstargirl HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO ALL MY BESTEST FRIENDS!!!

“Who could that be at this late hour?” Talia adjusted her robe about herself with a self-important air before she took the candle from Bruce as he made to answer the harried knocking at the door that had drawn everyone in the manor. Bella held Justice, Damian knelt at the floor to keep Titus from running at the door, and Duke held back Ace.

Bruce opened the door, interrupting the latest bout of knocking, and brushing in past him came the Lady of Xebel.

“Lady Y’Mera,” Emma recognized her immediately, and the rest of the family followed her lead, warily eyeing the woman who pretended to own the place.

Lady Mera regarded everyone dismissively.

“So this is the entirety of your family?” She almost sneered, glancing from Duke, to glowering Damian, to Timothy, to Jason, to Cassandra, to Richard, and back to Emma.

“All but Stephanie, who has been recently married,” Bruce said cooly.

“As a matter of fact, our eldest was engaged just this afternoon,” Talia nodded to Bette and stepped forward, setting aside the candle to distract Mera from her children.

“Can I offer you a pot of tea?”

“Absolutely not.” Lady Mera said, “I must speak with Miss Emma Wayne alone. As a matter of urgency.”

Her entire family turned to her.

“What did you do now?” Bella mouthed.

But Emma couldn’t say.

A moment later, she was enclosed in the drawing room with Lady Mera, wishing she was holding Justice at this moment. Not doubt the rest of her family was listening at the door, as they always did.

“You can be at no loss as to understand why I am here,” Lady Mera started as Emma offered her a seat on the couch.

“Indeed you are mistaken,” Emma said, “I cannot account for this honor at all.”

Lady Mera started, but only for a moment. “Miss Wayne, I warn you; I am not to be trifled with.

“A report of a most alarming nature has reached me, that you intend to be united with my nephew, Mr. Durham.”

She paid no attention to Emma’s own surprise and continued confidently. “I know this to be a scandalous falsehood, though not wanting to wish him injury at the thought I set off instantly to make my sentiments known.” 

Emma eyed the Lady. “If you believed it to be impossible I wonder you took the trouble of coming so far.”

“To hear it contradicted, Miss Wayne.” Lady Mera stepped forward for emphasis. She was a tall woman, dressed in the most splendid of gold and green fabrics even for riding. But they weren’t worn in the same warmth as it was when Emma saw the same shades on her mother, as misguided as Talia Wayne could be. 

“Your coming will be confirmation surely, if such a report does exist.” 

“If?” Emma could feel the spittle from the force of Lady Mera’s words, “Do you then pretend to be ignorant of it? Has it not been industriously circulated by yourself?” 

Her face grew hot. “I have never heard of it,” she insisted, pulling her robe tighter about her nightclothes.

Lady Mera took a step back at the confidence with which she was met. “And can you declare there is no foundation for it?” 

“I cannot pretend to possess equal frankness with your ladyship,” Emma dismissed, “You may ask a question that I may refuse to answer.”

“This is not to be born!” Lady Mera declared. “Has my nephew made you an offer of marriage.”

Emma was certain now that the whole house could hear them, door or no door.

“Your ladyship has declared it impossible.”

“Let me be understood,” Lady Mera approached Emma once more, a fired in her gray eyes. “Mister Durham is engaged to my daughter.”

Emma did not know why her heart fell, nor why this was something she would have any emotional attachment to in the first place.

“Now what are you to say?” Lady Mera folded her arms with a certain smugness.

“Only this if that is the case,” Emma stood as tall as she could and took a deep breath, “You can have no reason to pretend that he could make an offer of marriage to me.”

“You selfish girl!” Lady Mera would have slapped her if this was her own manor, Emma was sure. 

“This union has been planned since their infancy! Do you think it can be ruined by a woman of inferior birth? who’s own sister’s elopement resulted in a scandalously patched-up marriage only achieved at the expense of your own father?”

Now the fire in Lady Mera’s eyes seemed to spark one in Emma’s chest. Stephanie was a fanciful young girl, certainly, but Emma could hardly begrudge her wanting only someone she loved. Stephanie’s actions may have ruined the family’s prospects, but Emma would not stand to hear any of her family members treated this way. It was a wonder her siblings did not break down the door to stand beside her and knock the Lady to the floor.

“Heaven and earth,” Lady Mera sighed, a hand to her head, unaware of the fight building within Emma, “Are the shades of Xebel to be thus polluted?” 

She glanced Emma up and down, her dismissal bordering on disgust. “Now tell me once and for all: Are you engaged to him?”

Emma was silent, pondering what the Lady’s reaction would be if she were to declare that yes, Lord Kaldur’ahm had proposed, and she was deeply, madly, passionately in love with him. But why was that the first option that came to mind?

She gritted her teeth and looked the Lady in the eye. 

“I am not,” she declared, just above a whisper.

Lady Mera’s shoulders slumped in relief before she remembered something.

“And will you promise never to enter into such an engagement?”

“I will not,” Emma promised, without hesitation, “And I certainly never shall.”

Lady Mera’s almost-confident face fell, the fire in her eyes extinguished completely. 

Emma continued, “You have insulted me in every possible way and can have nothing further to say.” She forced her rigid body, frozen in place for the last minute and a half to move, reaching for the door.

“I must ask you to leave immediately-”

And there they were. Her entire family. Waiting anxiously outside the door for answers, as if they hadn’t been listening to the entire conversation.

Lady Mera fumed as she paraded out with what dignity she had left. “I have never been thus treated in my entire life!” 

Titus and Ace barked in agitation, and Justice joined in, begging Annabella to release him from the death grip she had developed while anticipating the results of the conversation between her sister and the Lady of Xebel.

Bette ran to her sister as Bruce and the boys hurried to see the LAdy out the door.

“Emma, are you alright?” She asked, cradling her sister’s face in her hands.

“Emma, what did she want?” Talia demanded.

“It-It’s all been a misunderstanding,” She tried to bursh off her family’s worrying, which was a bit hard when there were so many of them.

“Emmy?” Annabella started.

The heat and the fire within Emma burst as she ducked between Duke and Cassandra, “For once in your lives would you just leave me alone!” 

-

Emma could not sleep that night. Annabella and Bette crawled into bed some minutes after she had, once the ruckus downstairs had dispersed and the hoofbeats against the gravel had faded into the distance. Cassandra, not one to be left out of the fun, snuck in after them, pressing her cold feet between her sisters to warm herself. Emma almost smiled, wishing that Stephanie could be with them. She missed her sister dearly, and she would miss Bette even more when she went off to live with Donna at Themyscira. Though it was a beautiful place, perfect for kind little Bette who could hardly see the fault in anyone. As her sisters succumbed to sleep, Emma lay in between them and stared at the canopy hanging over her bed. 

When she finally could not stand it a moment longer, she slowly, painstakingly, extracted herself from the pile of love and took a candle from the bedside table, secluding herself in the kitchen. She paced back and forth, pondering her conversation with Lady Mera until she realized her candle had gone out some time ago, and the only reason she hadn’t noticed was because the sun was rising.

She grabbed her wrap, hanging by the back door, and stepped out onto the moor to clear her head.

Who had planted that rumor in Lady Mera’s mind? Anyone who saw her knew of her constant dismissal of Lord Kaldur’ahm, though that had dwindled considerably in these past months with her recent discoveries, but she had made no advancements towards him, out of shame at her own pride and the confidence that he would not take her after her cruelly crafted rebuttal to his original proposal. The only way that one would know of how Kaldur’ahm felt about her, was from Kaldur’ahm himself.

And lo, out of the fog came Kaldur’ahm himself. Still in his nightshirt, though he had put on pants, boots, and his coat. He must have been awake as long as she had, to walk all the way from Themyscira. 

Emma felt her heart swell. She would not move, though she was not frozen in place as she had been by Lady Mera. Rather, she was waiting for him. She wanted to talk to him. 

As he drew closer, his pace slowed, as if he were afraid of scaring her off. A year ago, he might have, but now, she was more comfortable thinking of him as a friend than an enemy.

“I couldn’t sleep,” She said.

“Nor I,” He shook his head. “My aunt-”

“Yes,” Emma felt a gust of laughter escape her lips, “She was here.”

Kaldur’ahm shook his head again. “How can I ever make amends for such behavior?”

It was Emma’s turn to shake her head now, “After all you have done for Stephanie, and as I suspect, for Bette also, it is I who should be making amends.” She sighed. 

“You must know...” His voice tapered off with a choking sound in the back of his throat that he cleared, “Surely you must know, it was all for you.”

Emma could only watch him, as he slowly attempted to convey his feelings. 

“You are...too generous to trifle with me. I believe that you spoke with my aunt last night and it has led me to hope I had scarcely allowed myself before. 

“If your feelings are still what they were last April tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.”

Emma was shaking, just as terribly as Kaldur’ahm was, she was sure.

“If, however, your feelings have changed,” Taking courage from her silence, he lifted his arm, only for it to fall limply back to his side, “You must know that you have bewitched me, body and soul. And I love- I love-” He stuttered, perhaps not daring to say the words. 

“I love you,” He said at last, “And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

Though Kaldur’ahm was the one who was known for constantly being at a loss during a social situation, or at a loss for words, Emma’s mind couldn’t make her mouth say the words, admit the things she most desperately wanted him to know.

But her arms would move. She was at ease in his presence, she always had been. She took his hands in hers, uncurling his fists and running her thumb over his knuckles. She pressed a kiss to his hand.

“Your hands are cold,” She finally murmured.

But somehow, Kaldur’ahm knew what she meant. He cupped her cheek, though he still gripped her hand in his, and let his forehead lightly rest against hers. Emma’s nose leaned upward to brush against his, wishing nothing more than to be closer to him. 

And as the sun rose over Wayne Manor, she began to feel warm again.