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1zashreena1 · 4 years ago

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I Am Having a Sad -9

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Princess has a bad and lonely self-esteem day. Diego goes too far too fast from 2500 miles away and she calls her safeword for the first time in her life.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

FEELS. the L word, SAFEWORD, depression/anxiety, self-esteem issues, sensory processing issues, sel-expression difficulties, plus size woman+fit man, soft!Diego, overwhelmed Princess, is a relationship happening?? apparently. Leftover high school Spanish.

A/N: Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

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I am having a sad. This is normal and okay. I just have to wait it out. I do not need to text him. This pep talk would be more effective if you would stop staring longingly at the last selfie he sent you.

It isn't working. All you want right now is to be smothered in Diego but he is in a different time zone. And you don't want to be clingy. And demanding. And needy.

Surely making yesterday's selfie your new lock screen will help, right?

With a big sigh you flop backwards into your bed. You eye your phone like it's a live grenade. It hasn't even been eight hours since the last text and. And you have this… pain? In your chest? What if I'm annoying him?

He has to be super busy, I should just wait. What time even is it in LA right now?

You snatch up the phone and check. 7:46 pm PDT. You wonder what he ate today. Did he have dinner yet? What shirt is he wearing? Does he have a headache? He always says he has a headache when he gets back to New York. And then you rub his head, stroke through his soft hair, stretch out his solid neck, break up all the adhesions in those broad shoulders.

Bitch, this is not helping. What do you hate about him?

Oh yeah, that list is blank.

You open up the text conversation and stare at the blinking cursor. Just one text can't hurt, right?

You look at the selfie again. He's in bed, deep plum sheet tucked up under his chin, all sleepy chocolate eyes and a soft little smile. His face is relaxed, leaning against his left hand. His beard is ruffled on one side, flattened on the other from where he must have slept on it. You can feel tears welling up again.

How the fuck is he so gorgeous? Why is someone who looks like that sending me selfies? I have no right to this. I don't deserve this.

You reach out and trace one finger down his cheek. His right dimple is visible under the stubble. Minimizing the picture, you go back to the cursor. The screen is blurry until you blink and one tear slips out.

You type out one hasty 'hey' and hit send before you can quadruple guess yourself. This is stupid. He's too busy for your little drama queen hissy fit meltdown.

Sorry, should've asked if you're busy first

Send.

Enough time passes that you flip the phone screen-down and plop it on your heaving chest. You bring both hands to your face and press into your closed eyelids. Just as you reach back down with a huge sigh the phone vibrates.

Princessssss. You know I'm never busy to you

You choke out a sob-laugh and try to breathe normally. Okay, now a decision. Idle chatter or metric fuckton of feels? While you waffle about it, Diego initiates a videocall. Oh, hell no. You jab 'Decline' so hard it bends your nail back.

What is wrong? Why can't I see you?

I just look like shit rn. Please don't

That has never been true. Mi princesa bonita

Always quick with the compliments. You sniffle.

I just. I guess I just miss you. Tonight

Perfect, you hit send before could have deleted it. Great job. Wonderful. Brilliant.

Is everything ok? This does not sound like sexytimes

Oh, Diego.

Yeah, I'm fine. Mostly. I mean nothing is wrong, its just me

Just me having feels

… should you have sent that? Probably not. Do you regret it? Yes, instantly. In fact, if preemptive regret were possible you would already have drowned in it.

The phone is quiet for a minute. Good job dumbass, now he IS annoyed.

What kind? Sad feels? Headache feels? Work is stupid and frustrating feels? Huffy feels that require cheese? You have many feels. At all times. It sounds exhausting

Yep. I'm annoying and clingy. You chastise yourself rather effectively.

You're right. Sorry. I got this

Does that sound bitchy? Is it bitchy? Oh my god, I need an off button.

Nonono. I asked. You have to answer. Its a rule

Your laugh is sharp.

Since when do you care about rules lol

When they're your rules. We agreed to answer direct questions honestly, yes?

Well fuck. He got you there. You had agreed to that. When you two sat down in your living room after the Emotional Spanking*™ and had a 'groundframe setup' discussion. Sometimes you were fairly certain he mangled phrases just to watch your eye twitch violently. Little shit.

OK fine. I'm feeling shitty about myself. Happy??

Now that is bitchy.

FORBIDDEN

And no, that does not please Diego

And is that why I exist? To please you???

Before you can stop it, your temper flares.

No Princess. The other way. Let me please you

Oh no. Oh shit. What. Is. Happening?? You are royally fucked now. This entire conversation has gone so completely off the rails that you can't even define a 'train'. Those little bouncing dots have not stopped yet.

Should I tell you how I miss you? How these stupid meetings and these stupid people and my stupid sister bore me when I would rather be listening to you read a dictionary? Or sing every word to every song ever played on the radio? Or explain the differences between cat breeds?

Or maybe I could say how ridiculously empty this bed is with only me in it. How there are no tiny socks hidden under the comforter. Not a single lip balm in sight.

Perhaps you need a list of everything I would touch. The soft lips. A little bitty hand. That tiny ribcage. Those thick thighs. With my beard, ofc. Your forehead with mine?

Oh. Ohh. Oh no. This is not fair. This is an attack. How did he just break me like this? Your face is flushed and you are crying outright now. You have to stop this right now.

Stop.stop please. Diego no

Diego yessss

You can't take anymore. This isn't funny. You can't even form words. When autocorrect suggests the picture of a pineapple you stab it and then hit send in rapid succession.

Pinnaea🍍🍍

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Your phone emits one aborted ring then it cuts off.

Can I call? Please

You're trying to figure out a way to calm yourself, to stifle the heaving gasps and whiny sobs. You're nodding. Not useful, idiot, you scold yourself.

No video. Just talk. Please Princess

You can't say no to that when he is trying so hard.

Ok yeah

You barely see the message load on the screen when the ringing starts up again. Smacking the green button entirely too hard, you hold your breath to stop the pitiful sounds.

"Princess?" His voice is cautious, tone soft.

"I'm h-here." Is all you can manage. Any more and you'll burst into sobs again.

"Are you in bed?" Keeping it short and precise. Yes or no answers. Nothing too demanding.

"Yeah. S-s-sitting." He is being so sweet. How is someone like Diego so sweet to you. Something rustles in the background.

"What was it? A specific word? Or just too much?" His voice is hushed, like he might be in a small room…

"Are… are you in a c-c-closet?" Is he really…? You hold your breath.

"Si. Your closet is too small. I was going to send you a picture." He answers.

You absolutely cannot deal with this man.

"Baby, I--" Your stupid soprano voice gives away how emotional you really are. He was going to send you a picture of a closet big enough for you to hide. Probably a panoramic shot so you could fully visualize it. Your chest compresses and you gasp.

"Princess? Talk. Make a noise. Something!" He sounds panicked. You suddenly remember he can't read your face this way. He can't see your pleased smile.

"That's. That's just. Diego, I love you so much." Its out before you can stop it. Even though you know he can't see it, you still hide your face.

"Love." He breathes softly into the phone. "Tell Diego what you need, my good little girl." His voice is quiet, controlled. He is letting you lead him where you want him. Everywhere. Forever.

You feel safe enough to actually confess, "I just have a, a really hard time believing… all of. That." You wave your hand in the air vaguely. "Not that you're lying!" You rush to clarify. "Just that anyone could actually like, well seems to, at least, everything…?"

"Did that make any sense?" You chew your lip anxiously.

His soft chuckle makes your stomach flip. "Well, it was technically English." Your snort sends him into quiet giggles.

"I like hearing you laugh." You whisper. He goes silent. You tense up.

"Perfect little princess. No one has ever told me that before. Most people are frightened of my laugh." He seems a little bewildered by his own words. Like he didn't mean for that to come out but now he definitely wants to hear the reaction.

You cover your smile, then pick up the phone so you can lie down. "Apparently I'm not most people." You feel around blindly until you locate TMP (Tiny Murder Panther) and tuck the stuffed animal under your chin for cuddles. "I like your voice, too. Like when you talk to me. Sometimes its just the words. Or rather my ingesting of them of that trips me up." Your quiet sniffle is hidden in silky black fur.

"The words are the problem? Do I need a, a…. The book with words that all mean the same thing." He bites out.

Sometimes you forget that English is his second language. Then things like this happen. And its fucking adorable.

"Thesaurus. Synonyms, baby." Your smile is audible.

"I know!" He huffs in mock indignation.

"I know you know. That's cute, though."

"So are your little 'aqui's and 'si's and 'ahora's."

"Fine! Gawd!"

You both dissolve into laughter. It fades into easy silence while you rub your cheek over faux fur.

He sighs gently into the phone. "Was it the forehead touching?" His voice trembles a bit, like he is unsure that he should have asked. As though afraid. A little overwhelmed, just like you.

"Um. Yes. Actually. That was. Yeah, that did it." You blink back tears. "We have a thing. We're a 'we'."

"That is what you want, yes?" Diego sounds cautious. As if he might accidentally utter an irreversible spell or something. Then, a quiet whisper, "It's what I want."

You suck in a deep breath and decide to just force it out. Just take what you desire. Jump already.

"I want you. I don't think a typical, um, relationship would work. But, people can define themselves. Relationships should operate the same way."

That… that actually sounded decisive and authoritative. Wow. You're really that bitch tonight, huh? You are very pleased with yourself. You can hear something sliding against the phone but can't identify the sound.

"There she is." The wide smile in his voice stabs directly into your heart. It was his beard rubbing the phone when he smiled. You laugh with his approval, pleasure burning through your veins.

"Maybe I can write some stuff down. For discussion purposes. Maybe you can write some stuff down for me. Reading it makes it seem more real to me."

"If that is your royal decree, Princess." He shuffles around, you can hear clothing rustling.

"Do you really like finding my orphan socks?" Your voice is sly, like a kid springing a trap question. He likes that smirky tone and you know it.

"They are cute. Just like the tiny feet. You are so very little, Princess." Oh, but he knows exactly how to flip the trap back onto you. The sound of muffled tapping comes through the line. "Tiny feet. Added to the list." His voice echoes the smallest bit, he must have you on speaker so he can access the note app. "Next item: fat ass."

You explode into guffaws. "Damnit Diego!" Your wheezing almost drowns out his husky laughter.

"Wait! I almost forgot! Fan-tasss-tic. Rrrrack." He sounds out the words as he types them. You lose vocal control again, giggling like a child. Logically you know these juvenile jokes shouldn't be this amusing, but clearly you both have the same maturity level.

"Baby, you are my favorite pervert." Your declaration is met with haughtiness.

"I had better be your only pervert, Princess." The possessive tone straightens your spine with shock. "You are mine!" He growls fiercely.

Everything is quiet for a very long minute. You seem to have consumed every butterfly, hot sauce, and poprocks-and-cola mixture on the planet when you weren't paying attention.

You think about all the gifts. Designer purses, specially tailored clothing, the six pairs of redbottoms you now own, how the last ring he gave you still twinkles up at you from your right hand (he took great pleasure in ensuring it fit your middle finger so you can still be pretty while you flip him off).

You remember all the places he has taken you. The Michelin starred restaurants, that hole-in-the-wall Mexican place where they know him by first name is your favorite, the stupid stores he wanders through with you, the cheesy tourist traps where he always gets you a hideously clichéd souvenir.

Your memory flashes through a slide show of his laughter. Gleeful giggles at your horrified reaction to the neon orange lipstick he presented in Sephora. His wheezing delight when you gagged on the seaweed appetizer he shoveled into your mouth before you could object. The gentle, knowing chuckle when you pulled TMP out of your bag to take a nap two weekends ago.

You realize he is entirely correct.

"Yes I am, Diego." Is your quiet confirmation.

"Bicki. I." He seems startled. You stay silent and let him gather his thoughts. The swallow is audible before he continues hesitantly, "I will see you this weekend, mi amor?"

All the ways this man says 'I love you' are so many more than just the actual words. Your pleased smile stretches your cheeks so far it hurts.

"Yes please!" Your shameless request ends in a yawn. "Sorry."

"You need to sleep for work, Princess. I have one last meeting here then I will be there tomorrow."

You wish he was here now but keep that to yourself.

"OK, let me know when you're here."

I am so not wearing panties under that new maxidress for the flight up and demanding that he pick me up personally. Yes. A perfect plan. You amuse even yourself with your scheming.

"Be careful tonight, Diego. I want you to come home to me." The thought of anything happening to him crushes your throat.

"I, I want that, too. Love you." All comes tumbling out of him in a rushed confession of quiet hopefulness. It makes you so happy that tears well up again. Fucking stop this, woman.

"Love you. Bye, baby." You whisper warmly, hoping he can feel even an ounce of how deliriously happy he makes you.

"Goodnight, Princess." The reply is sighed, full of self-conscious relief and pleasure. His rough voice is so calm and soothing that you nod off before the line disconnects, face tucked into his miniature proxy.

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saiilorstars · 4 years ago

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Falling in Temptation

Ch. 13: An Impossible Girl

Previous chapters • Sequel to Stars Dance • Fairy Tale Memoirs (Companion story)

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 11th Doctor x Female OC

Chapter summary: The Doctor digs deeper into Avalon's backstory and learns that some old friends researched her first and discovered the impossible.

Taglist: @ocfairygodmother @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel

Ryland Reynolds was distraught when he learned that his daughter had been taken by the very people he worked so hard to hide her from. He didn't even care that the Doctor and Lena - and everyone else for that matter - discovered who Avalon's mother really was. He only knew that Avalon was gone.

"I thought letting her go off with you would be a lot better than keeping her here!" he shouted at the Doctor, although it wasn't to show anger towards the Time Lord. He was angry at the situation. "But how the hell was I supposed to know that you two-" he let a hand wildly gesture at Amy and Rory, "-were going to turn out to be her grandparents!? What kind of...?" he couldn't even finish the right words to describe how ridiculous this entire situation was.

"Daddy," Lena said once his father had fallen back on their couch. He was overwhelmed, and with good reason too. After a few days of searching for Avalon and Melody, the Doctor decided to go back to the beginning - the very beginning - in Avalon's timeline for some helpful resources. And who knew about the very beginning of Avalon's existence?

Ryland Reynolds.

As of right now, he was the only person they could talk to about Avalon's background. River was too much of a complicated space-time event to get information from. As she pointed out, she had to keep the timelines just the way they were in order for Avalon to exist.

"Believe me, it was a shock to us too," Rory muttered lowly. He held Amy beside him, just like he had from the moment they'd been dropped back on Earth by River. They were at a loss for words and the only thing(s) that could make it better was to find Melody and Avalon.

"So let me get this straight," Ryland rubbed his forehead a bit too hard that Lena physically lowered his hand, "You two are River Song's parents? And she was kidnapped by the Silence? The Silence Order or whatever they're called."

"Yeah," Amy muttered just like Rory. "So if there's anything you can tell us, please do. I'm begging you."

"Anything will do," the Doctor agreed. He was taking a look at the pictures adorning the fireplace. They were the same pictures he saw the first night he had come back for Avalon. How quickly things changed. "I need anything you have to conduct a thorough search."

"Well, like what?" Ryland asked.

"Maybe start with how you got Avalon in the first place?" Lena softly asked. It was the burning question she had all her life. "Is she your daughter? Or are you her adoptive Dad too?"

"Lena..." Ryland sighed and brought his hand to his ginger hair. "I think that's a conversation I need to have with Avalon first."

"No, it's really not," the Doctor turned away from the fireplace with a picture frame in hand. "Because as I said, anything you have I need to know in order to find Avalon and Melody. And I know for a fact that she-" he showed Ryland the frame he held which turned out to be Emmalina Reynolds with both Avalon and Lena as toddlers, "-is not Avalon's mother. I should have seen it the first time I was here."

"But she is Avalon's mother," Ryland took the frame into his hands and gazed fondly at the picture. "Emmalina didn't care that Avalon wasn't hers. She treated Avalon the same as Lena and Gavin. She was her mother."

"No, she really wasn't," Amy glowered at the man although just like him earlier, she wasn't mad at him but at the situation. River was Avalon's mother and like herself, River didn't get the chance to see her daughter grow up. She swallowed hard when a new thought came to her mind: who did Melody call Mother right now? Did she have anyone around who was like a Mother?

Ryland seemed to understand where Amy was at. "I'm sorry. I don't personally know River Song. I knew of her back then. But I promise you that Emmalina was a good Mother to Avalon."

"And you?" the Doctor eyed Ryland studiously. "Were you a good 'father'?"

"Apparently not since I let her get captured anyways," Ryland shook his head. "Look, you want to know the truth? Fine, I'm not Avalon's father. She's not my daughter but I love her as if she was."

"But Mum didn't know," Lena said quietly, her voice frail as she remembered the argument she once overheard her parents having when she was young. "That's why she was mad at you the day I heard it all. She was asking you if Avalon was your daughter and you didn't tell her."

"I wish you hadn't heard all that sweetheart," Ryland sighed. "I loved Emmalina but I couldn't tell her anything about Avalon's background. It was to keep her and Avalon safe. That way if the Silence ever found us, they'd only want me."

"Daddy, no..." Lena scooted closer to her father, terrified at just the idea of the Silence coming for her father too. "So then...so then Avalon really is adopted. She get to grow up with either of her parents."

"Not exactly," the Doctor suddenly said, sounding too certain for someone who was meant to be searching for information on the matter. He had returned to the fireplace and picked up a specific picture frame.

"What do you mean?" Rory practically demanded. "Doctor, you promised anything you learned you would tell us."

The Doctor nodded. He remembered and he would keep his word. He turned around again and showed them another picture: a teenage Avalon and Lena with their younger brother Gavin. "The nose."

"What?" went the Ponds and Lena.

Even if the Doctor had an inkling of doubt, he got the confirmation from Ryland who hadn't looked remotely surprised by his two words. "She has the nose," he came back to the group and carelessly tossed the frame over to Rory. "She doesn't have your nose."

Rory's face went flat. "Are we really going to do those jokes again?"

"No, no, look closer," the Doctor scurried over like a child to show him what he meant. He snatched the frame from Rory and specifically tapped at Avalon's nose then Lena's and finally Gavin's. "She has their nose."

"Okay, what are you talking about?" Amy took the frame with a sigh. "She's got whose nose?"

"Lena's and Gavin's," the Doctor gestured back to Lena who was now touching her nose questionably. "Avalon has the same nose as Lena and Gavin. They're not siblings but they are related." His eyes flickered to Ryland for the last confirmation. "Aren't they?"

Lena's eyes widened as she glanced at her father. Ryland had on a straight face when he nodded. "Daddy, what do you mean?"

"She's my niece," he finally confessed. "Avalon is my niece. She's my brother's daughter."

"Brother...?" Lena whispered then gasped. "Uncle Oliver! He's your only brother! Is Avalon his...?"

Ryland nodded again. "Oliver was my younger brother," he started to explain for the other's benefit. "He was studying at a university in the 51st century..."

"Your native time," Amy realized. Like she always said, it was hard to remember that Avalon and the Reynolds weren't from the present Earth. They were all from the 51st century.

"And let me guess," the Doctor came around the coffee table to stand in front of Ryland, "That's where he met Melody - no, sorry, River."

"Yeah," Ryland sighed. "I never met her but from what Oliver used to tell me, she was a wild one. I told him to stay away cos he wanted to study. He wanted to be a musician. Go figure."

A small smile spread across Lena's face as a new realization struck her. "That's where Avalon's singing voice comes from. Uncle Oliver."

"Oliver used to sing all the time, it was unbearable," Ryland groaned but laughed at the memories. "Every time I heard Avalon sing, it was like I was hearing Oliver...only Avalon sounded a better." The tears were quick to form in his eyes.

"What happened to him?" the Doctor asked. Avalon didn't seem to know much about her 'uncle' when she described him from the photo album the Sapling had been looking at a while back. "Avalon said he passed away but...that was all she knew."

"Because that's all I knew," Ryland admitted with guilt. "To this day I still don't know how it was that he died. The university said it was some break in or something. He got caught in it. But I know that something else happened to him."

"Kovarian?" Amy's eyes flickered to the Doctor. "You think it could've been her?"

"At this point," the Doctor sighed. "It very well could be."

"Oh my God," Amy gripped the frame in her hand. "They killed Avalon's Dad. She never even got to meet him." And if they didn't hurry, who knew who else might get caught up in the crossfires of the Silence and Kovarian.

"So Avalon is my cousin," Lena said but even as she said the word it didn't sound right. Avalon was her sister. She always had been even after Lena discovered Avalon was adopted. They grew up together, their entire lives - up until the Doctor showed up 14 years later - had been devoted to each other, Avalon more towards Lena of course.

"No, she's your sister," the Doctor told her, softly smiling at her when he read her distasteful expression. "She always has been and she always will be."

"Yeah, well, she's our granddaughter and we'd like her back," Rory spoke through the moment without caring if he cut it short. Time was of the essence. "Along with Melody."

"Yes," the Doctor snapped his fingers at him. "So Ryland, I need you to tell me how it was that you got Avalon in the first place. You never met River, so who gave you Avalon and when did you get her?"

Ryland was staring at him oddly, puzzled. "Well...it was you, Doctor. You brought Avalon to me as a newborn."

The Doctor's eyes blinked fast for a few seconds while the words fully processed in his head. While the others were naturally shocked, the Doctor was thinking. "Oh..." he said a minute later. "You know what, the TARDIS once told me that too."

"What?" Amy arched an eyebrow at him. "How do you know-"

"Shhh!"

Amy closed her mouth but it was only because the quicker he thought, the quicker they could find both girls. And indeed the Doctor was thinking, thinking back to when the TARDIS had been placed into a human body. Her jumbled words were beginning to make a lot of sense now.

"Of course!" Idris waved him off and moved for the exit, "You brought her in when she was just a little baby," she mimicked the rocking of a baby.

"She did tell me that," he concluded a few minutes later. "I brought Avalon into the TARDIS when she was just a newborn...meaning I have to be there when River eventually gives birth. Oh, that should be interesting."

"Doctor!" Rory hissed. "Focus!"

"Right! So Ryland, I bring Avalon to you sometime in your past - in the future I presume?"

Ryland nodded. "Yeah. Emmalina was, um, ready to give birth herself to Lena. I think you brought her in maybe like, two weeks before Lena was born?"

"And did I say anything? Maybe leave myself a little message?"

Ryland scrunched his face. "Actually, yeah. Well, first you warned me that there would be a time when you would come back and...have this precise conversation with me."

"Yeah, that's how time travel works! Anything else?"

"He said that things would turn out okay." And as Ryland spoke those words, he did feel a bit of a relief washing over him. In the end, Avalon would be okay and she would come back. The same feeling went for Lena and the Ponds. "And he was very adamant that I warn you about...a poison? Not to let..." And suddenly his face fell flat, almost scary like a Dad. "He said not to let Avalon kiss you in Berlin."

"Oh, funny how time travel works," the Doctor cleared his throat and looked away with flushed cheeks. Why would his future self be so adamant about that?

"Dad," Lena gently shook her father's arm until he dropped the accusing face on the Doctor.

"It's what he said!" Ryland exclaimed, gesturing at the Time Lord. "So don't let her do it!"

"Anything else?" the Doctor asked fast in hopes of moving the conversation along.

"No," Ryland shook his head. "I mean, you just said that I had to hide Avalon. That-that people would want to find her so I had to hide her really well. So I did. I came here."

"You mean that's the reason why we left New Earth?" frowned Lena. "Do you realize how bad of a move that was for Avalon?"

"I wanted to make sure that nobody found her," Ryland sighed then threw Amy and Rory a look. "How was I supposed to know that I'd end up moving next door to her grandmother?"

"Ditto," Amy returned the favor with a sour tone.

"Okay, okay, okay," the Doctor began to pace back and forth along the fireplace. "So I give you Avalon and then you move here. She grows up and she meets me again? Twice..."

"Did you ever get the feeling that you were being watched or something?" Rory question a few seconds later.

"Oh yes! Good question!" the Doctor once again snapped his fingers at Rory. "Well? Was there?"

"Not really," Ryland shrugged. "I did what you asked, Doctor. I kept her safe and away from the big cities. That's why we chose Leadworth. Nobody wants to come here."

"Yeah, good job," the Doctor made a face when he thought about the small town. He remembered Avalon complaining how nothing ever happened in the damn place. "But still, anything strange? Maybe somebody staring oddly at you or Avalon? Somebody who said something strange?"

Ryland thought long and hard about anything that could be helpful in the search. "Well..." he wasn't sure if this precise memory would be useful but it was better for the Doctor to know just in case. "One time...there was this...girl, a woman. I, uh, I had an argument with Avalon. She was 15 and we shouted a lot. Avalon ran away and I went looking for her after a while."

"Giving her time to cool off, I know the feeling," the Doctor admitted. "So, what happened?"

"I found her in the park, she was on a swing - she loves the swings - but she wasn't alone. There was this woman with her. Brown hair-" he mimicked the hair on the side of his head, "-and brown eyes. Kind of petite. Round face, maybe? She was talking to Avalon and the way she spoke made it sound like she knew Avalon."

"Was she a friend?" the Doctor asked and glanced at the others to see if they knew some woman by that description.

"Avalon barely had friends," Ryland sighed. "She had those two," he nodded at Amy and Rory, "That Mels. And that's pretty much it. This woman...I only ever saw her that one time and everyone knows each other in Leadworth."

"That's true," Lena agreed with a nod. "No one does anything here without somebody else knowing about it."

"Well, what was this woman saying to Avalon?" the Doctor pressed for more details. At this point, he would take anything if it meant being closer to finding Avalon.

"Avalon was angry with me because I wouldn't let her work with Torchwood. I didn't want her anywhere near all those guns and especially not when she was supposed to be in hiding," Ryland explained as if he was just waiting for the group to reproach him for being unfair.

"She was 15?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow as he began making the mental calculations of the year that would be. "2004? Oh yeah," he let out a wolf whistle, "Dodged a huge bullet there. I closed that place down years later."

"But we ended up going after it was re-opened by Jack," Lena reminded her father, beginning to get confused with their trips to that place.

"That was after it was purged from all the anti-alien idealists," Ryland said. "But Avalon insisted on going there. I guess she always felt like she was different and when I said 'no' she lost it. That woman, though, she kept telling Avalon that she wasn't the only one out there in the world. She shouldn't feel alone."

"Maybe it was just somebody trying to be nice?" Amy offered but Ryland seemed certain that it was all wrong.

"No, because she said something that I didn't pick up until now. She told Avalon that her waiting time was almost over. Avalon would just need to wait a few more years."

"A few more years for what?" Lena whispered.

"For you," Rory suddenly pointed at the Doctor. "Four years later you came back to Leadworth and then 2 more years later you came back for her."

"Interesting," the Doctor straightened up and wondered who this woman was and how she knew that precise information. "You never saw her again?" he asked Ryland.

"No. Never again."

"So what do we think? Could she be involved with Kovarian?" Lena asked the Doctor.

"No, because Kovarian detests me. If that woman was involved with her, she would've brought Avalon right to Kovarian at that moment. Instead she offered Avalon comforting words. Sounds to me she was more of a friend."

"That's all I have, Doctor," Ryland rose from the couch, frustrated with himself over the little information he had. "We've truly lived the way you - the future you - told me to."

"I believe you," the Doctor put a hand over Ryland's shoulder, nodding with reassurance that he had no doubt everything had been done according to his future self's instructions.

Ryland could relish in that at least someone knew the extents he'd gone to, to protect his niece. "But between you and me, I always knew that Avalon wouldn't stay here. Leadworth is too small for someone who...moves too fast." A smile was quick to come to the Doctor's face. "And I don't think she got that from either of her parents. I think that's all Avalon."

"Yeah," the Doctor agreed with a fond sigh. "Ava's meant to be up there," he pointed up, indicating the sky and the stars. "And I'm gonna get her back so I can take her to all those places."

"Big brother, I was thinking..." Lena began suddenly, "Would it be easier - or at least helpful - to find Avalon if you know exactly what you were looking for?"

The Doctor gave her a tilted stare for her odd question. "Baby sister, I know who I'm looking for..."

"Yes, of course of you do. I just meant maybe if you had the exact profile of my sister - cousin..." Lena momentarily closed her eyes, willing herself to get used to that term. It seemed very far-fetched, honestly. "If you had her exact scans, her biology, maybe you could use it to pick up a trace of her."

"I do, actually," the Doctor nodded once he understood what she was getting at. "I took the ones from Kovarian."

"But we have more," Ryland chimed in when he got what Lena was hinting at. He should've thought about it earlier! "We took her to Torchwood years back. Believe you know Jack Harkness?"

The raspberry the Doctor threw answered it pretty well. "That guy!"

"He's funny," Lena chuckled but the Doctor wagged a stern finger at her.

"You stay away from him, baby sister!"

"Avalon liked him..."

"Oh, of course she did," the Doctor rolled his eyes. He didn't want to think how those two were when they got together. Jack Harkness was a ridiculous flirt. Avalon had her flirty ways too. Those two must have had some goes with each other...

The Doctor fervently shook his head suddenly, earning himself some odd (and concerned) looks from the others. "Sorry. Do you have those profiles?"

"I don't, but Jack does. I asked him to keep it confidential because the last thing I wanted was for someone to find them here."

"Good thinking. I'm gonna have to go retrieve them then."

"Don't have to, I can give Jack a call to bring them here," Ryland volunteered instantly and headed for his cellphone to do the job.

"You really think that could help find Ava?" Rory asked when Ryland left. "And Melody?"

"I can only hope," the Doctor admitted. "I don't quite understand Avalon's and Melody's biology but if there's something unique - which there has to be, given what they are - then just maybe I can trace them."

"You make them sound like experiments," Amy's voice shuddered. She remembered when she and Avalon had been taken by the Silence back in America. She had woken up several times and in one of those Silence mentioned they had examined Avalon. Of course at that time Amy didn't make much of it. She was terrified and angry with those creatures. But now she thought that maybe if she had paid more attention this could have been avoided. She could have had Melody with her and maybe Avalon too.

"They're not experiments," the Doctor quietly said. He figured where Amy's thoughts had gone to. "But...Melody, River, was a bit engineered when we talk about the Time Lord abilities. Ava was just a lovely surprise for everyone, including River I imagine." A big grin came to his face. Avalon would come as a surprise. She always knew how to make an entrance. She'd just been making them from the start of her life. But my what a surprise she was, is. She's a miracle. Her existence wasn't planned on and it most certainly couldn't have been easy for River to carry her to term given her situation.

No wonder Avalon believed in fairy tales and the impossible - she was quite an impossible girl herself.

~0~

Young Gavin Reynolds sat on the floor of his sister's bedroom with...his sister's tree child. As he tilted his head to the left, so did the Sapling. When he tilted his head to the right, the Sapling did the same. If he was any other ordinary human, he night have been terrified. But it was actually pretty cool, and so Avalon.

"My sister just can't be normal for like 1 minute, can she?" Gavin rolled his eyes.

"Mother is very unique," the Sapling announced, his tone giving a warning for Gavin not to argue the opposite.

Gavin only shrugged. "You're going to be fun at family reunions."

There was a light knock on the open bedroom door. "Sapling?" the Doctor stepped inside and immediately found the two boys on the floor.

The Sapling instantly jumped to his feet and rushed up to him. "Did we find Mother!?"

"No, we just needed to come here to get some information..."

The Sapling paused and tilted his head up. "What kind of information?"

Before the Doctor answered, Gavin jumped in with a fairly calm explanation. "He wanted to know about Avalon being adopted." At the Doctor's questioning face, Gavin rolled his eyes and looked at the Sapling. "Dude, if you want to be part of this family you gotta get good at the eavesdropping."

"That's not very nice," the Doctor said, though there was no scolding in his tone.

"Yeah, neither is what happened to Avalon."

The Doctor shifted on his feet, clearly waiting for something and it only took Gavin a few seconds to realize what it was.

"I'm not blaming you. First of all, Avalon would kill me. She's like in love with you or something."

The Sapling giggled. "Not yet, but I think she will be very so-" the Doctor had covered the Sapling's mouth and nervously smiled.

Gavin smirked. "Right. So, my sister is really my cousin? And the reason we live here is because Dad needed to hide her? Who's that interested in her?"

The Doctor sighed and pulled his hand off the Sapling's mouth. "Some very bad people, Gavin."

"Can I help? Avalon and I fight sometimes but that's just what siblings do."

"But Mother is your cousin," the Sapling pointed out for technical terms.

"No, she's my sister," Gavin corrected calmly but with certainty.

The Doctor smiled at the teenager. "And I'm sure when she gets back she'll say the same thing about you. But I would really prefer for you to stay here. Who else is going to watch over her things?"

"Yeah I guess," Gavin shrugged. "But I'm here too, alright? Only I can be mean to my sisters. Anyone else I'll kick their ass."

The Doctor laughed. Now that sounded a lot like Avalon. "Right."

"I'm going to see my Dad," Gavin headed for the doorway but stopped just by the Sapling. "You're pretty cool, tree kid, probably the coolest thing Avalon's done."

The Sapling giggled. "Mother gave me her memories. She didn't actually birth me, not like aunt Amy gave birth to Melody."

"Still, see you around, Gavin gave him a high five. "Hey, when you get older, I'll teach you how to skateboard."

The Sapling's eyes dazzled with excitement. "Oh yes! That would be so much fun!" Gavin laughed as he walked out the room. "I like him!" the Sapling exclaimed after Gavin was gone. "But he did say he read Mother's diary when they were younger. Is that was siblings do?"

"Uh, humans are complicated," the Doctor decided to leave it at that. Although he was curious how furious Avalon must have been when she found Gavin with her prized possession.

He looked around the empty room and felt a new layer of heavy guilt taking place over his hearts. It felt like time hadn't passed and that it was only yesterday when he saw Avalon's room for the first time. It was the night she brought him back to show him all her fairytale books. She was safe and sound, showing off what she loved most...

How things changed.

Avalon's room remained exactly the same as when the Doctor first saw it.

The room was still stocked with fairy tale books of all origins. There were even piles of books left on the floor because they couldn't fit on the bookshelves. Her bed was still neatly made with her pink and gold covers. There was a Tinkerbell cushion sitting in the middle of the two pillows. The walls, unlike Amy's childhood bedroom, wasn't filled with kid's drawings. Avalon had decorated her walls with flower stencils - some bright sunflowers, red and pink roses, and a few daffodils. There were various magazine clippings of fashion runways she probably idolized.

Now I see her insistence on runways, the Doctor mused after noticing one prominent clipping near the door. It was of Milan, announcing the brand new fashion week that year experienced.

"Mother really likes to write, huh?" the Sapling had wandered over to Avalon's desk that was full of papers and sprawled pens. A white lamp sat on the right corner. Her chair had been left facing just a bit away from the desk, like someone who had finished working for the moment.

"Yes," the Doctor came over and skimmed some of the papers left behind. It seemed like Avalon had been working on a few short stories. Contrary to what everyone might assume about her writing, none of the stories were about him. They were completely original.

The Doctor's hearts swelled as he started to thoroughly read one draft. He had never actually seen her writing. They'd joked that one day he would take a peek at her journal but the moment never came. It was always about running and danger and...

Things had moved too fast. The irony wasn't lost on him. It's what Avalon wanted from the start. Things were too slow in Leadworth and outer space was definitely the cure. But sometimes, sometimes going slow was good too.

There were moments that could only be savored if they were slow.

Like this one.

Avalon's writing was eloquent and beautiful. Her imagination was incredibly vast. In one paper she'd created an entire new world that sounded like one of the places he would end up travelling to. Anyone who read this draft would be enthralled.

"What's this, Father?" the Sapling called, pulling the Doctor's attention off the paper in his hands. The Sapling had found a folded letter on the floor next to one of the desk legs. "

The Doctor took the paper thinking it would be another draft, perhaps one he might take with him to reread whenever he wanted. He gave it a skim and realized it was an application. A job maybe that Avalon was thinking of applying for before he popped in?

No. He blinked in surprise when he realized it was an application for a publishing shop in Leadworth. And then his hearts swelled all over again. Avalon had been trying to present one of her stories to the local book shop.

She would've gotten it, no doubt, he concluded.

But the application was only halfway finished before big, ugly pen lines crossed off her written information. The Doctor's hearts broke. Avalon had changed her mind but knowing her, she probably decided her writing wasn't good enough. He then realized that the story she'd been ready to submit was the folded paper behind the application.

"Father, what is it?" the Sapling reminded the Doctor that he was still waiting to know what the paper was.

"It's, uh...your mother was trying to get one of her stories published. But it looks like she changed her mind."

"Why?" frowned the Sapling.

"She probably thought her story wasn't all that good."

"Well that had to be wrong! Mother's an excellent writer!"

"She is, actually," the Doctor said, now completely certain about it. He let the application fall to the desk and read through the draft she abandoned. "Maybe when she gets back we can convince her."

The Sapling beamed. "Oh yes!"

"Doctor?" Amy had poked her head into the room, a few seconds later Rory did the same. "Your, uh, friend is here?"

"Is he?" the Doctor lowered the draft in his hand but he didn't let go. "That should be interesting then."

"God this room looks weird now," Rory crinkled his nose at the bedroom. "This used to be my best friend's room...now it's my granddaughter's."

"Imagine me," Amy folded her arms, her nose crinkling in the same way Rory had. "I swore that Avalon used to like you." Rory's entire face scrunched. "I used to think my granddaughter was in love with her grandfather."

"Yeah, uh, let's never talk about that again," Rory resolved. "Let's just think that she'll be back soon, along with Melody."

Amy nodded fervently. They would get them both back.

Neither of them witnessed the Doctor's expression go grim for a moment. He couldn't let them believe everything was going to be completely normal. That would just be cruel. "Ponds, I have to, uh...warn you...about something. Things." Amy turned sideways, her eyes narrowing as if asking him 'what more?'. "I understand that you want baby Melody back...but do you remember what River told us? Back on Demons Run?"

Amy looked away, but Rory gave a small nod. "The timelines..." he whispered.

"Yeah," the Doctor swallowed hard. "Look, the girl in the astronaut suit...given what we've learned, there's a good chance that it was Melody or, if the time lines are changing and the one we lived is the changed one, it's Avalon."

And the first thing that both Amy and Rory thought about was the astronaut they'd seen at Lake Silencio. Could it be that Melody was the same astronuat? Or Avalon?

Amy didn't say anything but the small noise that came out of her mouth said it all. No, no, because that would mean...

"It's established history. Melody has to grow up a certain way, in certain parts, in order for Avalon to exist."

"But that doesn't mean I have to give her up," Amy suddenly snapped and when she realized it she took in a deep breath. "I understand what you mean, alright? But can't we just make sure that Melody goes to that university when she grows up? She'll meet Oliver Reynolds and then we'll have Avalon?"

"Yes and no, it's complicated Pond..." the Doctor himself wasn't even sure how things could work best. He would definitely have to go and consult with River soon. "River made her choices because of what she lived through. She became what she did, because of her choices. And if we take those moments away..."

"She might make a choice that leads her down an entire new path where Avalon is never born," Rory said quietly. It was clear that he had already thought about this before.

"So those are my only two choices?" Amy frowned deeply, her eyes glistening with tears. "I have to choose between my daughter and my granddaughter?"

"Amy..." the Doctor tried to touch her arm but she stepped away. It was hard not to feel hurt by the action but the Doctor reminded himself that on a level, she was right. It was his fault.

"They should've just taken me instead," Amy muttered and stormed out of the room.

"Aunt Amy, come back!" the Sapling ran after the woman. He didn't want more arguments when things were already so bad.

"Don't take it personal, Doctor," Rory sighed.

"But I should, because the choice I'm giving her isn't entirely fair. And the only reason this is happening is because of me. You should hate me."

"I don't..." Rory was all for denying that statement, but something inside him stopped him. "Doctor, I do not hate you. You have to know that. Amy doesn't hate you either. We're just...we're in pain."

"I should've avoided it, though," the Doctor sighed. "I should have worked harder. I-I should have...listened to you." He turned to the bookshelves lining the side of the room.

Rory watched where the Doctor was looking at. He knew exactly what the Doctor was trying to say and couldn't help the layer of guilt that started inside him too. "Look Doctor, if there's something you need to know before you go off searching for the girls...it's that I shouldn't have pressured you into staying away from Avalon. I-I should have listened to Amy and just stayed out of it." His drive to protect Avalon had always been too much and now he knew why, but it didn't excuse him.

"No, Rory, you did exactly what you were supposed to...what your parental instincts told you. You saw danger and you wanted someone you loved to be safe," the Doctor side-glanced him with sad eyes. "You were just too late."

"No, no," Rory shook his head. "Because maybe if I hadn't stuck my nose into yours and Avalon's business, you would've had enough trust between each other to confide in Avalon and let her know that you wanted to keep her safe. I messed up Doctor, and I'm sorry. So, when this all over, please don't listen to my words anymore. Forget about everything I told you because the safest place for Avalon, the happiest place, at your side. I'm sorry, Doctor."

"You're fine, Rory," the Doctor promised him. Of course he wouldn't blame Rory for trying to keep Avalon safe. Rory had been right all along. He was too dangerous for everyone around him. It'd been naive of him to think that he could change the story with Avalon - and the Ponds - into something that wouldn't end tragically.

Nobody was safe with him.

~ 0 ~

It was truly an interesting moment meeting Jack Harkness again after a long time, even more so now that the Doctor had regenerated. Jack had his go - it was just something he couldn't deny himself - at the Doctor's new face. He started out with 'what a baby face!' and then moved onto the bowties (that were so dorky, apparently) and it ended with an exaggerated comment about his chin.

He was still Jack alright.

"I can't believe you picked up the only other girl who's remotely close to your biology, Doc," Jack rolled his eyes as he set his things down on the Reynolds' kitchen table. "Actually, why'd it take you so long? Should've done this with your last face!"

The Doctor rolled his eyes now and motioned for Jack to hurry setting up his things. "Yeah, yeah. And you know, you could've helped by pointing out to me that there was somebody living on Earth with Time Lord biology."

"I was under oath not to say anything," Jack made a gesture at the group coming into the kitchen. "Ryland here told me that future you sent those instructions. What was I supposed to do?"

The Doctor really hated himself right now, literally. "Fine, fine, just get on with it."

"Right," Jack nodded but paused when he caught sight of Amy and Rory. He could immediately tell they were the parents of Avalon's mother. "I'm sorry for what's happened," he told them earnestly. "But if anyone can find that baby and Avalon, it's that guy right here," he nodded at the Doctor, giving them all his most faithful smile.

"What did you bring?" Lena curiously eyed the computer on the table.

"Everything we ever got on Avalon," Jack shrugged. "Even my own chicken-scratch notes. I figured anything was useful."

"Thanks," the Doctor nodded as he picked up a few of those papers. "How long have you known Avalon?"

"Uh, couple years?" Jack struggled to remember the exact date he'd first met the Reynolds.

"Avalon was about 18," Ryland helped out with the detail. "I knew that Torchwood was a safe place now and I thought if anyone could help Avalon, as well as the rest of my family, blend in...it'd be them."

"And what exactly did you do to Avalon?" Rory raised an eyebrow at Jack, the accusing eyes being a part of him that just came out.

"Nothing hurtful," Jack promised him and the others. "We just ran several tests, gave her things to do. I even had some help. She'll be popping in a few minutes."

"Who did you call?" the Doctor immediately frowned. "You weren't supposed to-"

"-easy there, Doc," Jack warned him to calm down. "I know that this is all new to you but I've come to really like Avalon. I wouldn't put her in harm's way. Besides, you know her too. Just wait a few minutes for the surprise."

"Can we get this moving, please?" Amy's tone was laced with impatience and a bit of anger, though that anger wasn't directed at anyone. "This is supposed to help find Melody and Avalon."

"Right," Jack turned his laptop on and started to explain how it was that Avalon came to them. "I didn't believe it at first, when I read the results and saw that Avalon carried biological traits that only Time Lords were supposed to have. I thought her Dad was pulling a joke on me."

"I didn't even know what Avalon was," Ryland pointed out. "That's why I brought her there."

"And Avalon never realized what these tests were for?" Lena raised an eyebrow at them. She couldn't see Avalon being that ignorant.

"Well, she never remembered them," Jack shrugged. "We wiped her memory each time. Otherwise, she'd find out what she was and who knows what that could've done."

"You wiped her memory?" the Doctor scowled as a new flash of anger ran across his face. "Repeatedly? Do you know the long term effects of that!? Jack!"

"That's why we ran as many tests as we could in one day, for a few days each year. I know the effects," Jack promised him that he wasn't that stupid. But if Jack was being honest, he detected that no matter what he would say, if something was inconvenient for Avalon, the Doctor would be furious. He'd make a note for that later.

"Well, what kind of tests did you run?" Rory's tone was no better than Amy's or the Doctor's.

"We started out with her strength," Jack surfed through his computer to pull up a video of that precise test. "One of the first days we saw her."

Avalon had been instructed to resist the closing of a simple door, but that door was made of a denser material than most doors. She pushed her hands against the door (that was being pushed in the opposite way by an automated system) and to everyone's surprise, she was succeeding. The door had almost opened.

"Yeah, that was our first clue that she wasn't completely related to the family," Jack remarked towards the end of the video. "We ran the same test on Ryland and a much lenient one on Lena."

"I don't remember that," Lena blinked and quickly shot her father a look. "You wiped my brain too!?"

"I had to sweetheart," Ryland sighed.

"We tested Avalon's endurance to temperature differences," Jack went on and pulled up a result for one of those exams. "She's pretty adaptable to heat and cold." The Doctor had moved in to see for himself, his eyes racing over each line. "I mean, she's not up to the same level as you, Doctor, but she's pretty advanced."

"Yeah," the Time Lord agreed. "Did it hurt her?" he asked after a moment, raising his gaze from the laptop screen to see Jack already smiling at him.

"Of course not. Everything was completely monitored."

There was a sudden door bell that froze everyone in their spots.

"Dad!" they soon heard Gavin's voice from the foyer. "There's some weird lady asking to come in! She says she knows Jack!" there was a quiet whisper that was followed by Gavin's voice, "And the Doctor!"

"Who did you bring?" the Doctor suspiciously looked at Jack. He was grinning mischievously.

"Come on in! We're in the kitchen!" Jack called for the mysterious visitor.

A few moments later, a dark-skinned woman walked into the kitchen with a nervous smile. "Hello," she gave a small wave of her hand.

The Doctor's mouth might have hit the floor in shock. "M-Martha!?"

Martha Jones was just as surprised as he was. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to take in his appearance. "Don't tell me...Doctor?"

"Oh yeah," Jack's laugh promised for some new remarks later on. "Isn't it hilarious!"

"Oi!" went the Doctor with a huff.

Martha laughed and walked up to the Doctor with open arms. "Oh come here you! And give me a hug!" the Doctor did obey and hugged her tightly. He didn't realize how much he missed her. "I thought I'd never see you again," Martha confessed after giving him a tighter squeeze. "After you showed up at the hunting ground...Mickey and I just knew..."

The Doctor pulled away with a saddened smile. "I may have been a bit over dramatic back then..."

Martha smiled at him but she noticed that despite his happiness to see her, there was a heavy pain sitting in his eyes and it had nothing to do with what happened with Donna, the Daleks, or even Rose. That's when she noticed the gloomy air around the others. "Nice to see you again, Mr. Reynolds, Lena," she gave the two a nod. "I wish it was under better circumstances."

"Thanks for coming," Ryland gave her a quick hug.

Martha then turned her attention to the two people she didn't know yet. She presumed them to be the Doctor's current companions. "Martha Jones," she stepped towards them and held her hand out.

"Amy," the ginger went first, but her weakened shake told Martha just how upset she was.

"Rory," went the man next. He seemed to be fighting the urge to frown like his wife.

"I'm so sorry," Martha sighed and looked at the Doctor. "So, Miss Reynolds? How did you find her? Mr. Reynolds-" she nodded over to Ryland, "-was very keen on no one finding out about her existence."

"You know me, Martha. I always find a way," the Doctor shrugged, sighing deeply. "How did you come across Avalon?"

"He called me," Martha nodded to Jack who agreed to confirm. "Told me there was a girl who could be a Time Lady. She wasn't, but, she's in that area."

"So what did you do to her, then?"

Martha paused to process his rather accusing tone, as if she'd done something wrong. "I just asked her some questions for a few tests," she answered slowly, eyes meeting his accusing ones. "I didn't harm her, if that's what you're assuming."

"What did you do?"

Martha checked for Jack's expression and when he gave another nod and a look that said 'he did that with me too', Martha sighed and moved over to the table. "Look for yourself."

A younger version of Avalon appeared on the screen sitting behind a metal table with her arms crossed and an expression warning everybody in the vicinity of her growing agitation. "I already told you," her tone was a snappy one as she glared at whoever was sitting on the opposite side. Their back was to the camera. "I don't want to do this anymore."

"It's just a few questions." It turned out to be Martha herself conducting the exams. "Why are you so upset?"

"Because I have a date I need to get to," Avalon snapped hard for a teenager. "And I don't feel like explaining why I was late. I mean, how do I fit 'weird creepy alien institution examining me' into a normal conversation?"

"She got you there," Jack whispered to Martha who then elbowed his side.

Avalon Reynolds turned out to be quite difficult sometimes. Martha could still remember the wicked headaches she got each time she had to run tests on the girl.

"Let's just answer these few questions and then you can go," Martha was saying.

"You know what? Why don't you just bite me?" Avalon smirked knowing she got a rile out of Martha.

In the present, Martha still scowled. "No offence, but she has a mouth on her."

"Hasn't changed," the Doctor murmured.

Martha caught his rather proud smile. Oh, she should've known. Not even surprised, she smiled to herself.

"Listen, if you answer my questions maybe I can answer yours," the Martha in the video continued to try her luck with the resisting Avalon.

She scoffed. "What could you possibly have for me?"

"Jack told me that you're a huge admirer of the Doctor. I happen to know him."

It was fairly adorable watching Avalon's eyes blink once and go wide. "...you do?"

The Doctor would never get over her utmost devotion to him, her belief in him. He didn't deserve it at all. Look where it got her?

Once Martha proved to Avalon that she had traveled with the Doctor, Avalon's demeanor changed completely! She was completely enchanted with Martha's story of her first trip with the Doctor.

"You actually met Shakespeare? He's an amazing writer!" Avalon gushed.

"So then, a story for an answer. You ready?"

Avalon nodded fervently. "Shoot!"

"Alright, out of the 7 days of the week, how many nights do you sleep?"

Avalon tilted her head to the side. "Um, it depends. Sometimes I sleep 3 days? Sometimes 4?"

"Have you ever slept every day of the week?"

Avalon snorted. "Nope! I have terrible insomnia! The most days I do sleep it's only for a few hours. Maximum I sleep 5 hours on a good day."

"And...5 hours does it for you? You don't feel a bit tired or something?"

"Nope!"

"So how many nights do you go without sleep?"

"I've gone 5 days without sleep."

"And how do you feel when that happens?"

Avalon shrugged. She didn't seem very concerned like Martha was sounding. "I'm okay. I mean, sometimes I do feel like I could do with a nap but it doesn't kill me if I don't actually do it."

Martha paused the video to address the first question she'd asked Avalon. "What Avalon described is not Insomnia. Insomnia makes people weary, irritable, tired. She said she didn't feel tired."

"Except she did sometimes," Lena chimed in. There were various times where Avalon was in desperate need of sleep and it made her far too cranky, even for her. "She got mad way too easy."

"Time Lords don't sleep every day, but they do sleep occasionally," Martha laid eyes on the Doctor so he would take over.

"I sleep maybe 2 days a week?" he shrugged but still looked doubtful that he'd presented the right amount. "Perhaps 3 but that one's when I'm extremely exhausted...or lazy. If Avalon and Melody have this ability then they would sleep less than an average human would but still more than what a Time Lord would. I'd say maybe she needs 3 days a week if we schedule it the right way. I suspect that Avalon's never really had a good handle on her sleeping schedule. It's all over the place."

"That's why she never slept then," Amy muttered. She and Rory had been on the receiving end of Avalon's countless sleepless nights. She'd call them in the middle of the nights just to talk!

Martha let the video continue but she went ahead and skipped to a new part of a test.

Video-Martha was asking Avalon a new question. "Find the next number in this sequence: 313, 331, 367…"

The Doctor's eyebrows knitted together at the familiar numbers, but he couldn't figure it out in that moment. Teenage Avalon did.

"It's 379," she answered without looking remotely troubled. "What?"

Martha had said nothing but merely looked over her shoulder - presumably to the person video taping them - and bore her stunned eyes.

"I don't get it," Amy frowned and expectantly waited for somebody to start explaining.

"Why do I know this?" the Doctor pointed at the screen, shooting Martha the same expectant stare as Amy.

"Because it's one of the questions I couldn't figure out when we were stuck in that spaceship scooping out a sentient sun," Martha folded her arms. She herself didn't like remembering that stressful trip. "Remember? I had to figure out the answers to some stupid security questions. This was one of the questions that you solved in like 2 seconds flat."

"Recreational mathematics!" the Doctor blinked when the memory came back to him. "Right! Well, that's child's play!"

"For you," Martha frowned. "For a human, this would take a serious amount of time to come up with a proper answer. Avalon didn't even blink before she knew the answer."

"Could you explain how you got that answer, please?" the Martha in the video kindly requested.

"Of course," Avalon shrugged. "Any number which reduces to one when you take the sum of the square of its digits and you continue iterating until it yields one is a happy number. Any number that doesn't, isn't. A happy prime is a number which is both happy and prime. Can I know another story, please?"

"Okay, Avalon was good at school but this is just...too weird," Rory rubbed the side of his neck. It was true what Martha had said. It didn't appear like Avalon had thought too much about it. There was more of an automatic instinct for her to give the answer. "Is that what you think like, Doctor?"

The Doctor bobbed his head. "Somewhat."

"How did you never pick up on that, big brother?" asked Lena.

"Well, I didn't exactly go asking Avalon math questions." The Doctor left the computer and turned to Martha with an expression begging her to answer him. "How close are we talking here?"

"She thinks a lot more than we do - as humans - and she can see things that none of us can. Her endurance is phenomenal. She can go hours doing a task without break. But you know what? I dare say that Avalon isn't like her mother either," Martha looked at Jack who was agreeing with a fervent nod.

"We thought Avalon was the first of her kind. We left it at 'Unknown hybrid' which you can replace with a better label later," Jack said. "Parts of her brain aren't like her mothers nor her father's. They're not even Time Lord. It's like there's something new inside her. I, uh, I took a reading of it and..."

"Jack," the Doctor wasn't in the mood to hear rambles, not today. "What is it?"

"It's weird but it's the Time Vortex. That's impossible right?"

The Doctor's head turned at Amy and Rory who both blushed red at the same time. "Not if her mother was conceived when the TARDIS was in flight."

"Doctor!" his companions cried in embarrassment.

"That happens?" Martha's eyes widened at the pair but the moment she realized what she asked she shook her head and apologized. "Not important, sorry!"

"Except it did and it passed through Melody to Avalon which means..." An odd laugh slipped out of the Doctor's mouth suddenly, earning himself strange looks. "Well, I finally figured out why the TARDIS loves Avalon so much. Avalon carries a little bit of the TARDIS inside her. She's more than just a granddaughter."

"Has that ever happened before?" Lena asked, slightly afraid despite how cheery the Doctor was looking with the new information. "Because you once said that the Time Vortex is very dangerous-"

"When you take it directly in," the Doctor clarified. "My friend Rose did that and it cost me one life but that's not what happened with Avalon. She carries a tiny bit of the vortex inside her and it's mixed with what New Earth civilians are - what your people are, Lena - and it's created something new...Avalon. Jack's wrong-"

"Thanks Doc," Jack said with a flattened expression.

"-Avalon's not a hybrid, she's just new. She's entirely new - the first of her kind! I don't even know what to call her - well," the Doctor smiled to himself, "Ava. She's Ava."

"So...she's not a Time Lady?" Amy tried her best to keep following all this information. "She's not like you?"

"Nope! She's similar but she's her own kind! Isn't that amazing!?" the Doctor was too cheery for something like this but, to his credit, it was him. "Jack! Martha!" He turned to the two with newfound excitement. "What else is there to know about my Ava - I-I mean...Avalon?"

"We did find she's got some low-level telepathic abilities," Martha said, smiling at his slip up but she wouldn't torture him right now. There was too much already going on. "Untapped though, imagine she'll have to work on that."

"Anything else?"

"We, uh...we were curious about her regenerative abilities," Jack's eyes flickered to Ryland as if asking for him to step in before the Doctor went ballistic. By now, Jack had concluded there was a bit more than just natural friendship the Doctor felt for Avalon.

It was too late, though. The anger that etched across the Doctor's face was an unnerving one. "You did what!? Did you make her use her energy!? You know that's completely limited - it could especially be limited for her!"

"Calm down, Doc, we didn't make her regenerate obviously," Jack snapped. "And like I said before, I wouldn't hurt Avalon."

"What did you do?" the Doctor's voice had dropped to a low, dark tone.

"Minor cuts," Ryland was the one to answer. "Surface scratches."

"Daddy," Lena whispered. "Why would you do that to her?"

"After Jack told me about Avalon's biology, I was nervous. I thought I had someone like you, Doctor, and I had no idea what to do with her. I was afraid that Avalon might accidentally show off those powers in public. This way, if she did have them, we could help her control them."

"And did she?" the Doctor demanded from the trio involved with the exams. "What did she show?"

"She does have a cycle," Martha was the one to answer. "I compared it to one of the scans from that hand you lost? Before the metacrisis..."

"I had examined it before bumping into you," Jack further explained. "I had all the results saved and Martha compared it to the results we got from Avalon."

"And?"

"Her regeneration abilities are just as strong as yours," Martha said, surprised even now that it had been a long time since she first concluded. "She doesn't really know how to bring them out, though. The scratches were only minimally erased."

"And Avalon never saw this energy or what?" frowned Rory. "Or did you wipe her memory again?"

"She was a little scared but she also thought it was her own New Earth immune system acting up," Jack explained, and it did make perfect sense. Her regeneration energy could be mistaken for her immune system. "She didn't suspect what it really was."

"You tampered with something extremely delicate," the Doctor's tone was still bordering a low darkness that no one wanted to be on the receiving of. It was hard to believe he'd been laughing only a minute ago. "Avalon is different, we just established that, so her regeneration could be even more limited than mine, than her mother's. You should have never messed with that."

"They only did it because I asked them to," Ryland stepped in to save the pair from further scoldings. "I needed to know exactly what Avalon was in order to know how to best protect her and hide her."

"I know that, but still..." the Doctor knew none of this had been done with malicious intents, but they couldn't grasp how delicate that matter was. "Jack, Martha, how many times did you perform that exam?"

"Only once," Martha promised him. "We knew it could be limited and we didn't want to hurt her. But that's something you can use to trace her and her mother. Both of them can regenerate. You can trace that type of energy, right?"

"I don't know, theoretically." The Doctor wished he could sound more sure of himself but the truth was that he had no idea what he was getting himself into in regards to Avalon and Melody.

"It's something," Jack pointed out. "Better than nothing. And you can have all the scans we took, though they might be a little different now that she's almost a mature adult. How old is she?"

"Twenty-two," Ryland answered. "She's a year past the stopping point of New Earth citizens' aging. How does that work for Time Lords?" he asked the Doctor curiously.

That was certainly a question the Doctor would have to extensively research. "Well, look at me, I'm 909."

"Will my sister be like that too?" Lena shared her father's curiosity. "Because New Earth humans have a longer lifespan than regular humans but it's still not as long as yours."

"I'd have to ask River how old she is in order to compare between her, myself and Avalon," the Doctor said after a moment's thought. "But for sure Avalon would have a longer lifespan." He let a minute of silence pass by before he turned back to the table and started putting everything away. "I'm going to take this and don't expect any of it back." Jack nodded but his expression indicated he'd foreseen this. "I can't have you holding onto to this profile. It's far too dangerous to have on Earth." He didn't want to say it but he didn't want to leave the information out so that someone else could pull a Kovarian and create yet another version of a Time Lord, a whole new species too.

"What do we do in the meantime, Doctor?" Amy stepped forwards while he crammed the last of the papers into Jack's backpack. "Just wait here?"

"Yes, Pond. You and Rory, and Ryland, have to keep your eyes peeled for any suspicious activity around here."

"But nothing ever happens in Leadworth!"

"Exactly. Kovarian might be hiding them right under our noses," the Doctor tapped her forehead, relishing in the fact she hadn't pulled away this time.

"We could do that," Ryland nodded. "We could go through the neighborhood, lurking for anything that doesn't seem right." He looked over to Rory and hoped that the man would agree. They all needed to do what they had to for Avalon and Melody. "We'll be the eyes on Earth."

"Yeah," Rory agreed despite his deep desire to go search for his daughter and granddaughter with this Doctor. He knew how it went. They could get in the way and instead of focusing on the girls, the Doctor would have to stop and save him and Amy. They couldn't do that. They couldn't waste time.

"I can go," Lena volunteered again. "And before you say anything big brother, I won't go out. I can stay in the TARDIS and look after her while you go outside. Plus, somebody needs to watch after the Sapling and we all know that he has to stay in the TARDIS. Wouldn't want to be surprised by the Sc..." Lena suddenly stopped when she realized she didn't know what she'd been about to say.

Without realizing it, she'd forgotten all about the Scream - the reason behind the Sapling's very existence.

After some reluctance, the Doctor gathered the Sapling and Lena to bring them into the TARDIS parked across the street from the Reynolds. Amy and Rory had been sent off home with the promise that Lena would handle their calls, making sure that somebody would answer since they knew the Doctor was horrible at that stuff. All that were left was Ryland, Martha and Jack.

"Please take care of Lena," Ryland said after his daughter had gone into the TARDIS. "She's being strong but her health..."

"I swear she'll be safe," the Doctor said. He had already lost Avalon, he was not going for the second Reynolds, not his baby sister.

"And...the Sapling," Ryland added with some clear hesitant to fully believe the Sapling was real. "Avalon can explain that to me when she comes back."

The Doctor's face went a mild red at the mention. He would not like to be there for that conversation.

"Can't believe you had a tree child," Martha chuckled once Ryland had returned home.

"Actually, we can," Jack corrected her. Martha bobbed her head until she was inclined to agree. Jack got serious afterwards and gave the Doctor an affirmative nod. "Good luck, Doc. If you need anything, give me a call."

"Me too," Martha nodded. "Mickey and I are always ready to help." The Doctor could briefly smile at the mention of another of his companions. "But listen, now that it's just...this girl, Avalon? Is she the new...for a lack of a better word, Rose?"

The Doctor stiffened but very soon began to smile. "Oh, she is nothing like Rose." And he meant nothing condescending towards Rose. She would always be a sweet memory of his past life, somebody he'd never forget, and somebody he would always be thankful for. "Avalon is a beautiful, impulsive woman who would go the end of the world to save me and the others. She has an exquisite imagination and a reckless way of doing things." A smirk played at the corners of his lips when he thought about how reckless Avalon could be sometimes. It was too attractive, coupled with her gentle aura, he was in too deep. "She's pulled me into so many games that are just..."

"Alright, alright, save it for the wedding vows," Jack dramatically waved a hand at the flushed Time Lord. "Sheesh." Martha giggled beside him.

"I'm happy that you found someone," she said, patting the Doctor on the arm. "After everything that happened, it was only fair."

The Doctor was flustered at the assumption. "Oh no! We're not...we are not a couple. She's a very good friend!"

Martha raised an eyebrow, almost asking him what that entire description of Avalon was for then. "Okay. Call us when you find her, then. I'd love to meet her properly and not in an alien facility."

"I think she'd like that," the Doctor nodded. "But thank you for everything." He gave each friend a tight hug and was bound to the promise to pop in again. They wouldn't let go of him now that they had seen his new face.

Martha and Jack watched him go into the TARDIS, letting the nostalgia hit them when they heard the TARDIS wheezing. There was only a minute of silence before Jack asked Martha an important question.

"How long you give them?"

Martha smirked. "That description? Soon as she gets back. Your wager?"

Jack was smirking just as wide as she was. "Our Doctor boy is still an idiot when it comes to women, or anyone for that matter. I say...3 months after she's back? 20 quid?"

"Your on," Martha laughed.

~ 0 ~

3 Weeks after Demon's Run. Location Unknown.

Avalon cradled the month-and-a-half Melody in her arms. She outright refused to put the baby down in the bassinet or practically anywhere that Kovarian ordered. Everything belonged to that woman and the Silence. Nothing was safe, everything could be a trap.

Three weeks it had been since they were taken and so far nothing had happened. The only thing Kovarian had done to her - and just her and not Melody so far, thank God - was inject her with some type of device that allowed Avalon to remember the Silence. Avalon was also pretty sure it was a tracker, in case she wanted to run.

However running wasn't an easy task to do considering Avalon had no idea where they even were. They were in a ship, inside a room, locked in. There was a restroom in the corner built with everything she could possibly need. Hell, the room itself was furnished with everything they needed to live nicely and comfortably.

It was unsettling.

The bed was primped nicely so that a nap could be taken at any moment. The pillows were like marshmallows, and Avalon knew that because at one point exhaustion from her insomnia had gotten to her and she'd fallen asleep for a few hours.

There was a nice closet stocked with clothes and it was one of the things that scared her most about the room. The clothes were all her size and her style. How on Earth could they get that information? They were supposed to be focused on Melody (which did not mean that's what she wanted). Why would they bother to stock the room with things for her? Why?

She was sure that she was not Melody like the Doctor had thought. If he'd been right, Kovarian would've taken her somewhere else away from Melody. Plus, if she held Melody, Avalon was sure there would've been some catastrophic event. But nothing happened. Avalon cared for Melody all this time without problem.

None of it made sense.

And that's what Kovarian relished in each time she came into the room. Avalon would ask dozens of questions and Kovarian would give zero answers. How Avalon wished she could wipe the smirk off the woman's face. But one wrong move and Melody might pay the price.

Melody started fussing in Avalon's arms. Avalon quickly checked her over to make sure she was fine. Avalon had no idea how to take care of a baby but in the past 3 weeks she became an expert. She could be a real mother now too.

First try to get out of here before you start coming up with future plans, dumbass, she berated herself.

"Hey, hey, Melody, you'll be fine," she whispered to the baby girl. "Cos guess what? This won't last long. Your parents are coming and so is my Fairy Tale Man. They're coming for us, I promise."

She gently rocked Melody side to side until she finally fell asleep again. It was silent for all but 2 minutes. The bedroom door burst open to let Kovarian and two soldiers inside.

Avalon immediately stood up and tried retreating but her back was already against a wall. There was no place to run and hide.

"Oh, she's asleep," Kovarian said after taking a peak in Avalon's arms. Melody had her eyes closed and was truly sleeping soundly. "You've got a good hand, you know. Almost as if you truly were her mother. Ironic."

Avalon's eyes narrowed on the woman. "You're going to be so sorry."

Kovarian's lips curled into a smile doubting Avalon's promise. "Oh, really? And why is that?"

"Because not only have you pissed off the Doctor once, you've done it twice. Have you read the stories of what happens when you cross him?"

Avalon wanted to believe she saw a brief fear flash across Kovarian's face but the woman had a perfectly unreadable expression. She always did and if she didn't then it meant she was being smug. Avalon hated them both.

"My dear, we have already seen what he's capable of and that is the reason this all started. It's the Doctor's fault we're here-"

Avalon shook her head. "-no, it's n-"

"-it's his fault we had to take Melody-"

"-absolutely not!"

"-and it's his fault we had to take you too-"

"NO!" Avalon screamed and unintentionally made Melody cry.

"Oh, look at what you've done? You've woken the baby up." Kovarian leaned closer but Avalon turned her body away to shield Melody from such an ugly sight. "I don't know why you're so upset. I've only spoken the truth. Everyone thinks the Doctor is such a hero when the truth he's going to bring us into destruction. You have no idea where I come from, child. I've seen the battle in the fields of Trenzalore. I am doing the world a favor. And Melody and you will have the honor of helping us."

"I will never do anything for you. You'll just have to kill me."

Kovarian reached a hand for Avalon's and when the ginger turned her head away, Kovarian gripped her chin and forced Avalon's gaze on her. "But that's the thing, my dear, you won't have a choice. In fact, you and your mother will each have your tasks."

Avalon's eyebrows knitted together. "Mother?"

"Why yes, don't you know? Your mother foolishly thought she could hide you from us but the truth is we've always known where you were. We were just waiting for the right version of you."

"I don't...I don't understand...you know who my birth mother is?"

Kovarian nodded, her smile curling into a smug one. She was going to enjoy these next few months. "Take the baby, it's time to bring her to Earth."

The soldier on her right obeyed and reached for Melody in Avalon's arms.

"No! No! You stay away from her!" Avalon shrieked and spun around so her back was to them all. Her arms tightened as she brought Melody to her chest. "Leave her alone! She's just a baby!"

The second soldier came to Avalon's other side and worked to pry Avalon's arms open so his comrade could take the child. It was true what they said about her, Avalon had the strength of a Time Lord.

Avalon cried for them to leave the baby with her. Melody was wide awake now and crying from the scene. Avalon wanted to hold her tighter but both soldiers were working hard to undo her arms.

"Things would've been far more interesting if your grandmother had this sort of intensity," Kovarian's remarked was enough to make Avalon falter for a second and a second was all that the soldiers needed to rip Melody from her.

"NO! NO! STOP!" Avalon whirled around with every intention of fighting for that little girl when the second soldier took aim with his gun. The cool metal pressed against her forehead, effectively keeping her still. Her watery eyes flickered to Melody who was being handed over to Kovarian. "Please, please, I-I'll do whatever you want but give her back. She's just a baby."

"Oh but you have no idea what she will become," Kovarian gently soothed the baby until she stopped crying. "And you want this to happen. You need it to happen."

Avalon sniffled and shook her head. "No!"

"But you do, because it will ensure your existence. Lower the weapon," Kovarian gave the commanding nod at the soldier who obediently retracted.

"What do you mean?" frowned Avalon. "You keep saying all this stuff-"

"-you haven't figured out and that's unfortunate, but don't worry because I'm about to show you the truth. We can start with who this child really is," Kovarian raised her arms slightly to indicate Melody. "You protect her because she's the daughter of your friends when the truth is she grows up to become someone dangerous, someone who lands themselves in prison. A prison you are familiar with."

"What?" Avalon felt her stomach churn with dread. Kovarian looked like she was truly enjoying this which only warned her that the next thing she said was going to be hard for Avalon.

"Melody Pond, the girl you're so hell bent on protecting turns into River Song, the woman who failed to protect you...her daughter."

#ocappreciation #doctor who #11th doctor #doctor who fics #11th doctor fics #11th doctor imagines #dw imagine #dw fics #oc: Avalon Reynolds #fic: falling in temptation

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beelsfeels · 4 years ago

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A profile of my Obey Me OC, Shoshi! (Pronounced like Yoshi)

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Name: Shoshi (short for Shoshana)

Age: 27

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 5′6″

Background: raised Jewish, got into Jewish Mysticism as an adult, began worshiping Lilith, and has Lilith's sigil tattooed beneath her bellybutton. She feels VERY awkward about it in the House of Lamentation.

Random HC: Namaah exists at RAD and is a totally hottie BAMF that Shoshi has a Huge Gay Crush on, to the point she can't really form cohesive thoughts around her, a fact that Satan and Asmodeus love to team up and exploit for the LOLs.

Summary: Horny-For-Yall Death-Wish with Crippling Anxiety. Copes with humor and memes. The ultimate self-insert.

Relationships with the brothers:

Lucifer:

- Shoshi and Lucy have a very complex relationship, she both admires and is intimidated by the eldest.

- Shoshi is a huge brat and it gets her in trouble a LOT with Lucifer. He goes easy on her though, which is good because her anxiety skyrockets when this man get That Look™️ when anyone is acting up.

- When Lucifer tried to intimidate her at Diavolo's weekend retreat while dancing, Shoshi straight up cussed him out and stormed off to the balcony to angry cry.

- Eventually had an argument so heated she wasn't sure if she was about to be murdered or have the best sex of her life.

- it was the latter

- they started casually dating after that, and Shoshi would often stay up late with Lucifer to keep him company while he does paperwork.

- Lucifer is very protective of her, and often walks her to each of her classes, a hand on her lower back. This draws many stares from the other students and becomes harder for her to make friends outside of the HoL.

- HC that Lucifer teaches one of her classes and she can NOT pay attention which earns her lots of after class "punishments"

- listen up, Morningstar

- "What did you just call me?"

- ::books it at high velocity towards wherever Diavolo is::

Mammon:

- Shoshi is his Ride or Die (Ride AND die more like) best friend.

- will destroy anyone who talks crap on the 2nd eldest.

- maybe a tiny human but WILL throw hands for his honor

- always ends in Mammon having to save her which is counterintuitive

- they share one (1) braincell when they are together and it's full of the literal worst ideas.

- snuggle buddies, Mammon won't admit he likes her out loud but will end up in her room Every Night that Lucifer hasn't already sanctioned her time.

- Jealous of her relationships with every other brother, but will tolerated a three way spoon with Beel since he's a walking teddy bear.

- "after this hare brained scheme we will have enough money to buy you a bigger bed"

- they never do

- invented a silent eye contact language for when Lucifer is lecturing them for hours about how irresponsible they have been.

Leviathan

-Leviachan! ::Jump hugs him::

-"Shoshi!! You can't just hug me without warning!"

-Levi is always having a heart attack around Shoshi either because she's flirting with him or she's absolutely crushing him at video games

-Shoshi would literally die for this boy, is absolutely in love with this Otaku king.

-she thinks it is unrequited until one night she's crushing him too hard at Mario Kart and he finds ways to... Distract her.

-Shoshi will protect Levi at all costs and he REALLY doesn't need her to, why does this human think she can take on everyone she's so bad at fighting.

-what that tail do?

-"please stop asking me that"

Satan

-fast burn enemies to lovers

-Satan does not appriciate Shoshi's humor, as it relates to him.

-"Shosh, do you want to study together tonight?"

-Not Today, Satan

-"Shoshi I brought you your homework"

-Hail Satan!

-Turns into her closest confidant

-lots of book reading, philosophical conversations, and wine nights

-Got Satan to join her in her morning yoga rituals to help with his wrath problem

-Loves going on dates with Satan, he's so upfront and honest, though not as affectionate as she would like

-she respects his personal space

-he lectures her on her "death wish" for all the times she says "fight me" unless it's to Lucifer then he buys her a new book or hands her a kitten he happened to have on hand.

-cat memes back and forth 24/7

-Her actual "first demon" 😉

-"You little brat" (that is a threat)

-she loves it

Asmodeus

- gossip girls

- weekly bath night, bubble bath, face masks, painting each other's nails

- Asmo gives her all the latest DevilDom gossip, and even when it's about people she doesn't know at all she will still chug that tea

- casual nakedness, don't pop into one of their hangouts if you're not ready for an eyeful

- Satan learned that the hard way

- Beel also did, but didn't mind as much

- has to literally put a ward on the door to keep Mammon from busting into Asmos room and dragging Shoshi out

- "no older brothers allowed" sign on the door.

- sneaks out to go clubbing, Shoshi doesn't drink much but she LOVES to dance

- "describe Lucifers abs to me, do not leave out any details"

- ASmo No! i don't want to die over some glorious abs!

- "excuse you, what would be a better way to die than that??"

- also has a secret language for when Lucifer lectures them, but it involves mostly puppy dog eyes and trying to guilt Lucifer into forgiving them

- has never worked once

Beel

- the most dramatic friendship 180 in the history of the DevilDom

- Shoshi thought he was an anger issues Jock who punches walls and threatens to eat her

- Well cannibal serial killers have stated on record that humans with tattoos don't taste that good so you probably shouldn't eat me

- can't believe that worked

- staying in his room after the kitchen incident and cuddling with him in bed, talking about the loss of their sisters, and how important family was, she realizes he was a soft boi that needed protected

- that night beel became her second demon 😉

- Shoshi loves cooking, so they cook together a lot, helping each other when they're in charge of meals

- Shoshi starts a vegetable and fruit garden outside the house of lamentation, teaching Beel how to grow food, which he takes to very well (after a few casualties of fully eaten tomato plants)

- this significantly helps the fridge situation at HoL, which all are grateful for

- the fridge checks, while occaisionally sexy, mostly actually involve Shoshi jumping at Beel to see if he will catch her (Brooklyn 99 gag style)

- "Beels what's your T-Shirt made of? Cause it feels like husband material"

- "oh, I think it's a demon cotton blend"

- I love you, my sweet Himbo.

Belphie

-Belphi take me to Majolish

-"No, I'm tired."

-Remember that one time you literally killed me

-"okay I'll be there in 5"

-Shoshi is the only one who could possibly out nap Belphie

-Beel/Belphie/ Shoshi cuddle puddles and snack nights.

-rarely hangs out with him alone because he did, in fact, murder her once

-They leave each other super soft pillows without notes or any context and it has turned into a rivalry to find the BEST pillow. Winner gets bragging and napping rights.

BONUS:

Diavolo

- You're my Dad! Boogie woogie woogie

- teaches him all the latest memes and dances

- No fear for this man, which disturbs and upsets pretty much everyone.

- one time Lucifer asked Shoshi to Please Stop asking the Prince of Demons for piggy back rides

- Shoshi told on Lucifer and in fact got MORE piggy back rides.

- They have Lucifer Imitation contests where they just say "Don't Dissapoint Diavolo" back and forth till one of them cracks up.

- Did not anticipate any sexy business with this Goliath Friend, but caught Luci and him smooching one time and one thing lead to another...

- Did not change their friendship at all, the Two Most Immature People In The Entire DevilDom

Solomon

- ::stranger danger siren goes off::

- I don't trust you Wizard boy

- Asmo said you can have a little rights, but you're on thin fucking Ice mister

- oh you got 72 demons? It'd be cooler if they were cats and dogs.

- only teams up with him for kareoke nights and other human themed activities because no one else understands

Things Shoshi has said without context:

"Why does everyone in this house have bigger titties than me"

"Lucifer took his gloves off and I almost passed out"

"I'm from the United States of America in the year of our Lord 2020, you can not scare me"

"It really do be YEET or be YEETED in this house, huh?"

"Mammon if you even look at that cat wrong I will round house kick you into the next century and claim my rightful place as second oldest"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me MC #obey me OC #obey me headcannons

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vios-rockland-corner · 5 years ago

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How I’m going to tackle “Rumors of Rockland”

Hello there! Today there was a RIDICULOUSLY large information dump on Outlaw’s Patreon about upcoming game layouts. There’s far too much there to comment on right now, but there’s one thing in particular I wanted to focus on today. This post actually is less of me talking about the possibilities of the game, and more so how “I” personally am going to approach these particular “games.”

Overview of what’s below:

- What is “Rumors of Rockland” (RoR)

- My OC Sasha Holmes

- What kind of posts you’ll see from me as these RoR installments come through

What is “Rumors of Rockland?”

Of the long list of future games to come from the creators in the Rockland Universe, one of the very first things mentioned that’s new is the “Rumors of Rockland.” THIS might actually be the first bit of solid content besides the demos that you may see pop up.

“Rumors of Rockland” is a little interesting. I’m not 100% sure I’d call it a “game” first of all. I do fully believe it will be presented to us in the same visual format we get with Ren’Py. The visual novel style basically. But there’s two big keynotes on what makes this piece of media different from the creators’ other games.

1) The MC in these “games” is going to be more of an observer. It’s specifically going to be different from the rest of the games where the MC is directly involved in the story. Here, it sounds more like the MC happens to be in the same setting as another set of characters, but otherwise does not affect what’s going on. With that being said, I don’t even know if we’ll be playing through with any choices to select. The creators also said that it would ideally be the same MC in all the scenarios, further suggesting that the MC isn’t being placed in a perilous situation here. They are an untouched bystander.

2) There will be several installments of this series. Oh yes. When I said “scenarios” before, I didn’t necessarily mean that there’s going to be a lot of things happening in this one...I’m going to refer to is as a “visual novel” until further notice. What I mean is this is a series that will be continuously updated throughout the development of other Rockland games. New installments can be called new chapters to the visual novel. “Rumors of Rockland” appears to be a way to supplement extra information to the audience about certain characters and what is going on in Rockland. That solidifies even more for me why I would prefer to call this a visual novel over a game. Yes I know lots of games will sometimes continue to get DLC content to add further progression. Call it a hunch though, I think the creators would want to save their time developing multiple games rather than developing one and just continually adding updates for it. They have a lot of characters to go through, so this could be an effective way to show some elements that may not be able to make it into a main game.

Apparently, the release order of games has switched around once again and Rumors of Rockland is going to be released first, followed by “Welcome to Rockland” (this is a path focusing on just one character), THEN Misfits: First Blood. I know, sometimes this gets a little confusing to keep track of. Just trust me, a lot of this has to do with character shifts for the groups.

Right now the first Rumors of Rockland we’re supposed to get is just listed as “Introduction/Prologue.” It might not be long, but we’ll see soon what we’re working with here. There also was a BIG list of potential chapters touching on all sorts of different elements of Rockland. It’s kind of wild. Chapters may not be long themselves, considering how many they have planned. But the good news is I think if they’re doing this the way I suspect...it won’t be difficult to pump out a lot of chapters at a faster pace than any of the other games. I think all they need is a stock set of backgrounds and sprites...then it’s just recoding and new script each time. That’s not really so bad if they don’t have the MC have to make a lot or any choices at all. No complaints from me in that case.

My OC

Okay, little detour here, but this WILL become relevant to this blog and tie back into RoR. I don’t make many OC’s, but I made one from scratch here. Her name is Sasha Holmes and I created her specifically to be an NPC in the Rockland Universe.

See I’m not really the creative type, but I wanted to try practicing character creation and development. I’m NOT the type of person though who usually a) visualizes/creates my own MC for a game (I prefer games even with pre-made protagonist avatars) or b) self-inserts. I have NOTHING against anyone who does either of these obviously. My brain just...lacks the creativity to do the former, and since games are a form of escapism, I don’t self-insert because that’s not part of the fantasy and escapism aspect for me.

What’s more, lots of these games are going to be horror survival. I feel even LESS inclined to craft an OC I may fall in love with only to throw them into the pits of hell. Likely any character I make would die, and I don’t have the mental energy to create another OC for every.single.game, haha.

To get around this, I said: “Well what if I just make a character that solely exists in this universe, but never interferes with the story. Surely there are just normal citizens that live in Rockland?” What I was planning on doing was occasionally utilizing Sasha for extra posts when I couldn’t think of anything to write. Something like journal entries she’d make about her day and gossip that she’s heard around town. Perhaps gossip about people going missing even or shady dealings. How would Sasha react? Sometimes a normal person will wave something off as too outlandish to be true. If it doesn’t directly impact you, it’s easier to ponder one second but push it to the side the next. Or maybe what you hear could make you start to feel paranoid. Especially if things persist.

Originally, I was going to split things so that some of the gossip or rumors Sasha heard were actually based on real things that “I” know happen in the games and universe, and some things that are false (because you know how rumors get pretty outlandish if someone mishears something or someone’s just looking for attention). I was prepared to just kind of craft my own type of content like this in due time. In addition to all the analysis posts, don’t worry. The posts regarding my OC would have just been filler when I couldn’t think of anything else.

Now that Rumors of Rockland is a thing though…do you know what this is for me? It’s a template. I am literally being gifted the EXACT kind of scenario I would have previously had to craft myself. This visual novel doesn’t need an interactive MC, just one that observes the events happening. If they’re the same MC in every chapter too, that means they should be safe! I am beyond ecstatic and not going to look a gift horse in the mouth!

My Rumors of Rockland Posts

So here’s what going to happen in the future. I’m going to try to do at LEAST one post for every Rumors of Rockland chapter that comes out. Even if the chapters are short, they’ll still be enough for characters to comment on. The goal here is for me to try something new and have a little fun while also putting out content. At the moment, I don’t know which of the two types of posts I will end up preferring to do:

1) Journal Entry- The RoR event has already taken place, and Sasha’s just writing in first person her exact thoughts on the day/information. This would be beneficial if I don’t feel up to describing a whole lot of actions for Sasha or what’s happening around her and just want full dialogue.

2) Present time fic?- Writing the story as the events of the chapter take place. This means placing Sasha directly there and describing all that’s happening with her and getting her IMMEDIATE reactions to certain information. I’m not going to lie, I need to see an RoR chapter first to kind of figure out how I’d write a present time piece. I certainly don’t want to copy paste all the dialogue she hears. Could do a –cut to RoR chapter- note literally in there, and do more of Sasha’s before and after behaviors and emotions. This one would be more dynamic definitely, but I would have the advantage where I could practice having Sasha interact with other characters I bring in such as coworkers or friends. It could be interesting depicting Sasha conversing with another person about what she sees/hears rather than just focusing on her inner thoughts. I also have another side character I might want to utilize to explain why Sasha is even repeatedly going back to where these events take place.

I will admit, I’m not really a creative writer. So I’m going to apologize ahead of time if what I put out isn’t all that stellar. This is going to be practice for sure. Like I said, I may start to favor one post type over the other. I don’t know if I’ll keep them short and sweet, or make it long. Whatever I feel up to I suppose.

I will also mention that I may still end up doing an ADDITIONAL analysis/thoughts post of sorts along with my OC post for an RoR chapter. This is only if there is information revealed that “I” personally want to comment on that I know Sasha can’t. Sasha might not be able to either because she, as an in-universe character, is not aware of the bigger picture, or because her personality doesn’t allow her to think about something in a different way. Sometimes characters are very set in their beliefs and views, which can affect how they perceive information. So if there’s people viewing this blog who are more keen on the analysis posts and don’t really like OC content, don’t worry. Not only will all the big games solely get more analytical posts, but the RoR chapters may still get some as well. It just depends on what kind of information I get fed.

I need to stress again that Sasha is NOT a self-insert. She’s a completely human OC, but she is not me. Now, of course it’s not uncommon for a creator to put just a little bit of themselves into any OC they make. Sasha’s no exception. What’s more, I just realized she’s one of the few purely human OC’s I’ve crafted. I might accidentally end up having her share similar beliefs and mannerisms to myself simply because…that’s what I know best. Sometimes you write better if you write what you know. That being said, I do also try to go out of my way to give my OC’s both minor and major differences to myself, whether it’s small likes and dislikes, physical appearance changes or certain beliefs. The only reason I’m explaining this is because in the event I have both an OC post AND an analysis post that seem to contrast greatly, it’s because my OC and “I” are reacting differently to something. Don’t assume necessarily that the way Sasha views something is exactly the same way I view it. If you do, you might get confused, haha. I’m sure there’s going to be plenty of times where it can’t be helped that Sasha and I think very similarly. But for this, I want to try my best to give Sasha a consistent personality and system of beliefs. Big or small.

I don’t know if I will be putting out a post immediately once the first RoR chapter drops. I’m feeling pretty good about the image I have of Sasha in my head, but there’s still some BIG bio points I need to settle on before I can get started. I know I shouldn’t try to nail down every little piece about her right away so that I can have some flexibility later, but a couple of things I think I need to settle on include:

· Age and occupation- There’s a time skip I know we’re going to get for the Rockland universe, so it’s important for me to decide where I want to start and where she will potentially be in the future. I know some of the other characters’ ages now, so that helps a little in deciding how much younger or older she is compared to some characters. It’s also a big deal whether or not she’s a college student pre-time skip, or already started a career.

· Long term resident of Rockland vs. New in Town- As cliché as it sounds, I may be leaning towards “new in town” simply because it really IS an easy way to explain why she’s never noticed anything strange before in Rockland. While it’s true that children are often ignorant to a lot of the world happening around them, I don’t know enough about the Rockland universe to say WHICH things should be “common knowledge” to a local.

Those are the big ones. After a lot of thinking, I’m sticking to my original plan that Sasha will just be “good.” Don’t expect her to be TOO sympathetic to a person who she hears committed murder for example, haha. I just think not only will it be easier for me to write someone who is a “normal civilian” with a good conscience, but also because I think it might be fun later down the line to tackle a little fear that grows and pondering on why people do bad things to begin with. She’s be a good girl, right now most likely lawful good. Maybe if I ever wanted to craft a side character that’s a little more chaotic than her to bounce off dialogue with to get other perspectives in there, I could do that. That’d be another challenge for me altogether though.

I’m sure not every single chapter though in RoR is going to be about hearing characters describe how they’ve murdered someone recently though. Especially not continuously in a public place. Not everything is going to be crystal clear I’m sure. Sasha might brush off some things that happen, and other stuff seems so incoherent without the context that she won’t know WHAT to make of it.

I’m also still debating whether to not only wait for at least the first RoR piece to come out, but if I want to wait for “Welcome to Rockland” to come out as well before finalizing Sasha.

Last thing before I end this! I wanted to get this post out as a just heads-up on what you’ll see from me in the future. This should work fine considering the RoR chapters sound like information dumps in visual novel format for the most part. I want to be make it clear though that I am NOT copyrighting this way of commenting on the RoR chapters. What I love about these installments, is that you could literally have any viewer’s own OC operating in their own space and just reacting to what happens in plain sight. Anyone should feel free to imagine themselves as the MC here and it’s not going to interfere with anyone else’s story. I would certainly love to see if anyone else tries to do something similar to what I want to do with the RoR updates. There’s so many different types of MC’s people can make and I’m positive they won’t all react to things the same exact way as each other.

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lubdubsworld · 6 years ago

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Unloved. ( Jungkookx OC)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 ~

“I think we should start the teasers this week. They’re ready, aren’t they?” Jennie Kim looked sharp as a dagger as she glared fiercely at the head of the editing department, who squeaked a little in surprise.

I watched as the grown man almost tripped as he scrambled off his seat , fingers getting caught in his tie when he tried to push a file across the mahogany table.

Jennie huffed, looking long-suffering and put upon as she flipped the file open , revealing some plastic filers, filled with portfolio shots for the week’s issue.

The head of the editing dept began to say something, only to have his voice crack. He cleared his throat before trying again.

“We have seven shortlisted. We can start with one of them ...” He said hastily and she stared at them with a critical eye before nodding.

“Send them to my desk later and I’ll pick the best one.” She turned around to stare at me, face unreadable, but a very shrewd glint in her eye. I managed to keep a straight face.

“You’ll be the one covering the story, Ms. Jung? ” She said politely and i swallowed.

Earlier that day, Jennie had dropped in to my office, looking calculative and guarded.

She told me that there was no compulsion for me to take this project from her side and she had been made aware of certain ‘ delicate ‘ issues between me and Jungkook . But she trusted me to rise above such ‘insignificant’ things and hoped i wouldn’t prove her wrong. It would be a shame to let such a ‘ senior’ writer ‘ go’ because of silly high school dramatics.

As far as threats went, it wasn’t a particularly subtle one.

But she had also assured me that if everything went well, this would put me in the spotlight for a promotion and maybe my own weekly column, no restrictions , no set topics. I could be my own boss.

My heart fluttered at the thought of an independent column, with my name on it. It definitely trumped getting fired and living on the streets.

“uh... Yes. i’m scheduled to meet Mr. Jeon and his fiancee in two days.” I smiled weakly and she hummed.

“Get a haircut.” She said thoughtfully.

I blinked.

“I...sorry?” I stared at her, certain I’d misheard.

“I think it would make the story more evocative if you put a personal spin to it. From your own point of view. You come from a, excuse my language, much plainer background than Mr. Jeon so it would be interesting to see your personal take on a luxurious wedding between two powerful people..”

She looked downright cruel as she smiled at me, teeth white and sharp.

I gripped my pencil a little harder.

“Of course.” I ducked my head.

The rest of the meeting went much the same way, me scribbling notes to make sure i didn’t deviate from the ‘ vision’ she had for the story. The phrases stung. She talked about how it was fitting that a man like Jungkook chose a woman like Kira. How marriages built on compatibility and a common goal were far more likely to survive and how it was important for two people to be made from the same ‘cloth’ to truly be good enough for each other.

By the time we were done , my head was spinning with regrets and my heart felt a little like it had been used as a punching bag. When i gathered my things to leave she gave me a tight-lipped smile.

“don’t forget what i said, Nara. If you keep it together the next six weeks, there’s a lot of good things heading your way. Don’t ruin it by making silly choices.”

I realized that she truly thought that I was going to try and sabotage the wedding somehow. The mere idea was laughable.

“Trust me Ms Kim , there is absolutely nothing personal in my relationship with Jungkook.” I said tiredly and she hummed.

“So they all say, Nara. Don’t forget the haircut. You’d look less like roadkill then.” She glanced disdainfully at my messy long hair. I stared after her, struggling to keep my emotions in check.

I wasn’t going to get a stupid haircut. This wasn’t my wedding and i wasn’t obligated to look good for anyone.

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I woke up two hours early on the day i was scheduled to meet Jungkook and his fiancee for lunch. It was a little past five thirty in the morning and there was a thunderstorm raging outside. I dragged myself to the huge french windows on the corner of the living room, wrapping my blanket tighter around myself and peering out into the pouring rain.

I felt ..odd. Not angry or lonely per se, but just a little empty.

I was old. A lot older than what my nineteen year old self had deemed as ‘ old’.

Twenty nine was the age when...everything in my life was supposed to be already done and settled. Job, spouse, children , a house.

Everything.

Somehow reality had turned out to be a little different.

I was out on almost all counts. My job was fine, yes, but apparently i wasn’t as indispensable as I’d thought I was. It hung on this assignment .

My dating life was non-existent. It had been a little over eight and a half months since I’d been on a date . Almost two years since my last relationship , which could hardly be called that seeing as that hadn’t lasted even a full two weeks. The guy had been an exchange student just looking for a good time and had broken things off over a text . Over the next few months , I’d had a lot of mediocre to pretty average first or second dates but none of them had called back or made further advances.

In time I sort of gave up.

i gripped my hot mug of coffee and took a small sip.

“It’s okay.” i said out loud, watching my breath cloud the mirror in front of me. It was getting colder, although the sky was steadily brightening.

“It’s going to be okay.”

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Jennie had told me that a camera crew would be accompanying me. Apparently, a very famous luxury lifestyle channel had picked up exclusive rights to run a small cover documentary on the couple and they would be having their own writers and producers and what not. Jennie assured me that they would stay out of my way , because the magazine article would be the priority.

But apparently, they’d roped in an award winning cinematographer from Busan, a young dynamic chap who wanted to give a ‘fresh twist’ to the story. Incidentally, the cinematographer's hotel was just a couple blocks away from my sister’s home.

So he had offered to pick me up on the way to the meeting.

I spent a few extra minutes getting ready. There wasn’t much point in fixing my hair, the humidity in the air would have its way with my messy curls anyway. I did pluck out a few errant hairs on my brow, adding a small bit of lipstick just to stop my lips from looking too lifeless.

I didn’t have a lot of bright or pretty clothes and I picked out a pale minty green dress with a stylish shoulder cape, a cinched waist and a pleated skirt that stopped just below my knee. I pulled a stool to the closet to rummage around in one of the top shelves, looking for the shoes my sister had got me for my graduation : cream- white strappy sandals with two inch kitten heels and dainty little stone studded flowers near the toes.

i stared at myself in the mirror, feeling stupid.

I had seen pictures of Kira Hirakuma .

I didn’t compare in any way or form.

What was i even doing? .

But it was too late now to change. And I doubted the Park Hyatt welcomed female guests who wore faded graphic t shirts and worn-out mom jeans.

The phone rang. It was the front desk. My’ ride’ was here.

Grabbing my recorder, my handbag and my phone and keys, I dashed out of the apartment. I frowned when I saw a message in my phone, the number unfamiliar.

I could drive down with you. Let me know if you need a ride, Nara. -jjk

i stared at the message for a while, trying to process it. I’d almost fully forgotten that Jungkook lived in the same building. I considered responding but decided against it.

He shouldn’t have offered in the first place, I thought firmly.

it was still raining when i reached the lobby and I felt my anxiety and shyness rise like a crushing wave when I saw how handsome the guy was.

“Hello, Jung Nara right ?” He smiled wide, eyes crinkling beatifically and I felt my tongue stick to my roof. I could only nod wordlessly, palms starting to sweat immediately. He looked amused as he shook my clammy hand.

“I’m..hi.” I croaked out.

“i’m Park Jimin. I’ve heard great things about you. And i read a bunch of your articles on the way here. You truly have a way with words.” He said , voice warm and genuine.

“I..uh..buh.” My mouth proceeded to prove him wrong as i struggled to form legible syllables . He was very handsome and he seemed sweet. It was impossible to keep my heart from giving a pathetically hopeful little leap. The stupid things was notorious when it came to pining after men who were way out of my league.

I cleared my throat.

Get it together, Nara.

“ I’m sorry... it’s been a rough few days. thank you. I’ve heard good things about you too, Jimin ssi.” I smiled.

“Let’s go shall we? The Kook i know usually gets pretty cranky when people make him wait.” He laughed, signalling the valet.

“You know Jungkook?” I asked weakly and Jimin hummed.

“Not well. He was a few years below me in high school, but we ran in different circles. I heard that you guys uh... dated for a while. ” He gave me a quick, embarrassed glance and I flinched.

“We’re all young and stupid sometimes. ” I laughed weakly and he chuckled.

“Well, all’s well that ends well. He seems pretty happy now and you’re doing pretty well as well.”

I swallowed and took a step away.

“I think the car’s here...” I croaked out , pointing at the valet who was looking around curiously. Jimin hummed and held a hand out.

“Want me to carry that for you?” He smiled, pointing at my bulky backpack and I clutched it tighter before I could stop myself.

“Uh..I’m fine. But thanks . For, you know offering.” I hated myself.

Surprisingly, Jimin laughed.

“You sound pretty wary. If it makes you feel better, I’m actually a cop.” He winked.

I felt my eyes go wide.

He shrugged.

“Well technically off duty. I’m originally a part of the force in Busan. I got injured about three weeks ago during a bank heist and they have me on paid leave.” He grabbed the the edge of his pocket, pulling it down a bit to show a shiny brass badge with a familiar crest.

I could only gape.

“I’m so sorry...Are you alright?” I said glancing at him in confusion. He didn’t look injured in any way. He grinned and shrugged.

“it was mostly a flesh wound but it was a very close shave. Unfortunately, my father happens to be my commanding officer and my mother bullied him into getting me off field duty.”

I smiled.

“They must love you very much.” I said and he shrugged.

“In their own stilted way, yes. But enough about me. Tell me more about yourself. You seem like a small town girl at heart. What are you doing here in the big bad city?”

I turned back to the car , which the valet had brought over in front of us. I let Jimin open the door for me, waiting till he’d settled in next to me, before replying.

“I can admit that it wasn’t my smartest move. things have been hard out here but I think i really needed to get out of my hometown. There was... well, things were happening there that I didn’t want to be a part of and it was hard for me to...”

I trailed off, feeling foolish. He had meant the question, probably as playful banter. And here I was, unleashing a vaguely worded sob story.

Jimin didn’t push , merely humming thoughtfully.

“I’m assuming there’s no boyfriend in the picture right now.” He said casually and I grimaced.

“Been a long time since I’ve been asked out. Close to a year almost. “ I shrugged. “ I had a bunch of blind dates when i first came here and even in Busan. But most of them didn’t call back. “

“In Busan? “ he sounded curious.

I nodded.

“it was surprising. There’s one that I’m still bitter over. It was over two year ago. I really liked the guy too, He was an exchange student . I thought we had something special and just , out of nowhere he sends me a text saying that he’s tired of waiting for me to... sleep with him and he just breaks up with me over text. i never heard from him. His name was...Malin something? I don’t recall. ”

“Malin Maurer? From Thailand? ” Jimin said suddenly, sitting up straighter, eyes narrowed.

I stared at him.

“Uh..yes?” i said nervously.

Jimin frowned for a second before blinking thoughtfully.

“Hmm...”

“What’s wrong?” i said nervous.

“Nothing.... I maybe wrong, but I think I covered a missing person’s report with that name.... About two years ago, i think?”

I stared.

“Missing persons?”

He grinned then, shaking his head.

“i’m sure it’s nothing serious. Tell me more about yourself.”

I felt a bit of disquiet but pushed it to the back of my mind.

“Well, there’s nothing much to say. None of my romantic prospects stuck around and I got busy with the magazine , so i just pushed it to the back burner, I guess.”

He smiled. The car was beginning to slow down.

“Fair enough. Looks like we’re here?”

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Kira Hirakuma , for all her glamour on screen was almost disappointingly plain in real life. I was a little jarred by the contrast, having been prepared for someone out of a fairy tale.

She wore a burgundy suit , her thick black hair pulled into a no-nonsense pony, face devoid of make up and eyes looking just a little too miserable.

She gave me a weak, almost tired smile.

“Hi, Nara. Jungkook told me all about you.” She said, voice scratchy.

I glanced over her shoulders, over to the side , where Jimin and Jungkook stood talking . He kept glancing back at me and there was an air of urgency in the room that made me skittish.

“What’s uh... Are you alright?” I blurted out, before I could stop myself. She looked awful.

She smiled again, the expression not quite reaching her eyes.

“We’ve been ...traveling a lot. it’s been taking a toll.” She glanced back at Jungkook and he gave her an even stare. When she turned back to look at me, her eyes looked blank.

“My make up team is not yet here, but we could still start the interview..” She said, pointing at the couch in the side of the room and I nodded, following her over.

“The wedding planner is running late as well. We were hoping to finalize the dress today.” Kira said nervously and there it was , the same nervous little glance.

Outside, the rain was steady and thunderous. The air was damp and gloomy and i felt like I was underwater, struggling to breathe as a heavy mantle of misery settled over me. Her sadness was contagious.

I’d never believed in ghosts but the only way to describe the feeling was..... haunted.

“You look exhausted. are you sure you’re up for this?” i said gently and she gave me a bitter look.

“Do you want him back?” She croaked out.

I recoiled, stunned.

Of all the things I’d expected her to say, this was definitely on the bottom of the list.

“I- What ?” I choked out.

“If you do, you can have him.” She breathed out, “ I can’t....it’s too much... “ Her eyes shifted, looking wild, hunted.

And then something like anger flooded them, the irises almost flashing red. “And it’s your fault, you know.” She hissed at me. “ All of it’s your fault. You should be the one paying for it.....not me....” She spat out, eyes flashing.

I could only stare in stunned astonishment.

Had i fallen into some wormhole? What was happening? What was she even talking about?

I opened my mouth to respond but nothing would come out. And then a shadow fell over us, and she pulled away sharply, eyes wide and face blank again.

“Nara..... “ Jungkook’s voice said behind me, soft and even toned.

I was still staring at Kira, but her face betrayed none of the agitation from a few minutes ago.

“Good to see you again. Let’s get started shall we?” He said , staring right at me and I swallowed. i glanced over his shoulders, my eyes meeting Jimin’s . He gave me a cheerful wave before turning back to whoever he was talking to.

Jungkook cleared his throat and I turned to look at him.

He raised an eyebrow and I realized that he’d asked me something. My throat was dry as a desert.

“Oh..uh..Sure. Let’s start.” i managed a weak smile, glancing at Kira who was staring at her knees.

What else could i say?

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AUTHOR’S NOTE” I promised myself i wouldn’t turn this into a cliche so ....here goes... :D

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gammathetaalpha · 5 years ago

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And There Was Only One Bed: OC/Steve

This is a gift fic for the lovely @the-average-procrastinator ( based on her Universal series which I totally recommend checking out), and the fanfiction trope “And there was only bed!!!!”. Thank you for writing awesome fanfiction! Guys, she writes Sutton, Steve, and the rest of the cast so well! Check her stuff out!

This is PG, kid-friendlyish!

Background: The Avengers end up in our universe (1st fic), and after a series of events, Sutton ends up in their universe, universe hops for a bit, and generally just gets into mischief (fics 2 and 3). Now, her and Steve are on a mission for SHIELD...

Disclaimer: Sutton belongs entirely to Talk With Your Hands, Steve Rogers to the bourgeoise Marvel, I’m just Barbara the shameless matchmaker.

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“And I’m sure sharing a room won’t be an inconvenience.”

Sutton stiffened. Her face grew hot.

“One room?” She squeaked.

The older SHIELD agent peered over her glasses with an innocent smile.

“Yes, dear. I’m afraid that’s all I can offer. But the bed is queen-sized, and you won’t take up much space. I’m sure two seasoned SHIELD agents like you will be able to adjust.”

There was a strained moment of silence. Next to her, Steve shifted. HIs bicep bumped her arm in a not too subtle hint. Sutton’s face grew redder.

“Ah, yep. That’s fine! Not a problem for er, seasoned SHIELD agents like us!”

Her cheery smile widened.

“Good! Your room is right back here.”

They picked up their bags and trailed after Barbara.

Of course. They couldn’t have just one mission without some snafu. There had to be at least one band of enhanced assassins, or rabid bats, or matchmaking old ladies. For gosh’s sake, why couldn’t Sutton take the couch, or the armchair, or even the hammock on the porch?

Was the fact that she liked him that obvious? Sutton knew she wasn’t the most inexpressive person, but she thought she did a pretty good job controlling her emotions!

They followed Barbara, carrying their suitcases to the end of the short hall. Barbara opened the door, and took a step back.

“You two make yourselves comfortable. Bathroom is right across the hall. There’s extra blankets on the top shelf in the closet. You might need them. It’s going to be cold the next few days.”

Sutton peered past the door, into the room. It was… functional. A desk with a chair, a dresser.

One bed.

“Thank you, Barbara,” Steve said. “You have a good night.”

“You too.” The old woman gave another too-innocent smile, and shuffled away.

Steve doesn’t look at her as he puts his suitcase in the corner of the room, opens it up. Sutton waits until Barbara is out of hearing distance before speaking.

“I’m taking the floor and you won’t talk me out of it.”

He doesn’t turn around.

“For five days?”

Sutton drops her duffel with a thump.

“I’m not changing my mind. Because I know you. You’re going to act all noble, and insist on sleeping on the floor for five days, and you might be a super soldier, but I have manners, darnit, and you won’t convince me otherwise.”

She’d gone slightly red in the face. Sutton wasn’t sure if it was from her rant or because he’d bent over and nope she was definitely not checking him out.

“I wasn’t going to,” he responded mildly.

Sutton blinked.

“Really?”

He turned around, pajamas and toothbrush in hands.

“Really. Barbara said there’s blankets in the closet, take a pillow off the bed, make yourself comfortable.”

He left the room. Sutton stared at the spot where’d he been, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

That had gone smoother than expected.

Much too smoothly, Sutton realized later, as she re-emerged from the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

Steve’s tone was even.

“Making my bed.”

“Steve,” Sutton grumbled. “We already talked about this. I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Sure.”

He grabbed a pillow and tucked himself under the thin blanket on the floor. There was barely a centimeter of padding between him and the cold wood floor.

“Steve… I’m sleeping on the floor so you can sleep on the bed.”

He looked up at that point, with big, innocent blue eyes. His mouth seemed to be wrestling with itself. Half of it insisted in curving upward into a smile and the other half was doing its best to stay in a straight line, and the expression was pretty endearing. It would be so easy to just forgive him and let him get away with it, because he’d make the cutest little victory smirk, and--.

No. Bad Sutton. She would not crumble.

“If you sleep on the floor, then so will I,” Steve insisted.

She put her hands on her hips, flicked out the light, and stomped to the other side of the bed, where her own makeshift nest lay.

“Your ploy won’t work. I’m not. Changing. My mind.”

She resolutely climbed under her quilt, and dropped her head on the pillow.

He just had to be so chivalrous, and couldn’t just take the bed. Her hip was already hurting, and if hers was, his must have been too.

And it was cold. She hadn’t noticed it earlier, had been too caught up in the moment, but now it soaked through the quilt, emanated out from the floorboards. Within five minutes, she was shivering uncontrollably. Steve wouldn’t be suffering through this right now with her, if he just could’ve taken the bed.

Sutton drifted in and out of sleep through the entire night, shifting from her right, to her left, to her back, her stomach, eventually curled up in a foetus position, in an attempt to get comfortable and not sacrifice too much body heat. But really, it wasn’t all that bad.

She’d jolt awake every time she heard Steve shift, or the squeaky floorboard somewhere underneath him creak. Maybe, just maybe he’d given up and climbed into the bed and she could rest knowing she was victorious? Unfortunately, each time he’d just changed positions.

She gave up on sleeping somewhere between the time when the room had reached its coldest and Steve got up and left.

It was going to be a long five days.

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By the end of day one, tiny little elves with jackhammers had crawled into Sutton’s head and were drilling holes. By the end of day two, the shadows were so pronounced under Sutton’s eyes, scribbling at them with black sharpie would have been an improvement. By the end of day three, she was completely, utterly miserable. Conversations consisted of monosyllabic sentences and she’d had so much coffee, she was having heart palpitations. Her eyelids were made of cement, her muscles were solid lead, and every movement was like trudging through thick, sludgy pancake batter.

She needed her eight hours, darnit.

And Steve still hadn’t caved.

There was hope. His concerned looks had grown more frequent. He had his own shadows under his eyes. Surely he would finally see reason. Sutton had reason to hope night four would be the night.

That night was the coldest yet. There was a dreary rain thoroughly chilling the already freezing October air. The floorboards were made of solid ice. Sutton’s quilt might as well have not existed for all the good it did. As she lay there, shivering, she was certain it couldn’t get any worse.

She was wrong.

The sniffles started around midnight. For awhile, she tried to keep them quiet, then realized it was an exercise in futility because her roommate was a super soldier. Even though Sutton was the tiredest she’d been in a very long time, her body refused to go to sleep. It was just too cold.

Never before had anything felt so tempting. It would be so easy to abandon mission, and climb under the fluffy, thick comforter, and the soft, flannel sheets, and wrap herself into a human burrito, and be warm for the first time since this miserable trip had begun.

But no. She’d made it this far and she wouldn’t back down now.

Cold. She was so cold.

Sutton wasn’t fully conscious, but she wasn’t fully out of it, either. At some point during the miserable night, there was a sudden warmth. She tucked herself as close to the source as she possibly could, and buried her head into her pillow.

She was never leaving.

Suddenly it clicked that the picture wasn’t quite right.

Sutton’s eyes shot open.

Oh no.

She couldn’t see a thing, but of course she couldn’t, because her face was buried in her pillow, but last time she’d checked, her pillow didn’t rise and fall rhythmically, and have a heartbeat, and--

Oh no.

Very, very delicately, Sutton untangled herself from Steve, with such poise and caution he certainly wouldn’t wake up and find himself in this very unexplainable situation, with Sutton clinging to him.

There was just enough light coming through the window for her to see his wide open eyes.

Ohnonononono.

Sutton’s face flamed red.

“Um…. hello?”

Steve’s face turned red too.

“You were cold,” he immediately explained. “I could feel you shivering from the other side of the room. You haven’t slept a wink this entire trip, and I didn’t want you to get sick, and you’re not the easiest person to be around when you don’t sleep.”

He realized what he said and winced.

“Sorry! I just meant…” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “Actually, I’m not quite sure what I meant. I just thought you were cold, and if you weren’t going to get at least get a few extra blankets…”

There was a funny feeling in Sutton’s stomach. She hoped it wasn’t that sickness Steve was worried about.

“No, no, it’s okay! You’re just being nice, is all. I um… appreciate the gesture.”

He shifted away. There was a sudden decrease in temperature around Sutton, and goosebumps formed.

“Um, actually-” She began, before she could stop herself. He paused.

The words left her mouth without her permission.

“You’re probably pretty cold too, you know. If you won’t take the bed either, then you could…”

Stay? Her tongue formed the word, but she couldn’t get it out of her mouth.

There was that half-smile again. Sutton found herself smiling too, despite herself.

“It is pretty cold,” he agreed. “And it would be mutually beneficial to share body heat.”

“Yep.”

She hoped she wasn’t getting sick, because her stomach really did feel funny, and there was a bit of an uncomfortable lump in her throat.

He hesitated, then slid back under her quilt.

There were a few moments of awkwardly staring at the ceiling, wondering what was her life, when Steve spoke up.

“It might be a bit more comfortable if we move up to the bed.”

“Ummm…. Yeah. That makes sense.”

They stood up, picked up their respective pillows, and climbed into the big bed.

The comforter was even softer than Sutton imagined. Her fingers sunk into the plush fabric. The mattress was a startling contrast after sleeping on the cold, hard floor. It felt like a hug, almost as good as a hug from Ste-

Nope. Not thinking that thought.

Most importantly, it was pleasantly warm, especially when Steve climbed under the covers a moment later. This mutual sharing of body heat thing was pretty clever, Sutton had to admit.

They were both settled moments later, on their respective sides of the bed. They had given each other plenty of distance, but he was close enough that she could hear the whispery inhale of breath through his nose, then the gentle exhale moments later. Sutton’s eyes instantly began to drift shut.

A thought occurred to her. Sutton opened her eyes and turned to face him.

“Wait. This isn’t all a scheme to get me to sleep in the bed, right? You’re not going to sneak out and go back to sleeping on the floor?”

“Never even crossed my mind.”

There was silence for more moments, then another thought came to head. The thought sent nervous stabs through her gut.

She halved the safe distance between them, and put her head on his shoulder. He froze.

“Just so I know you don’t sneak away,” Sutton quickly justified.

At his silence, the anxiety stabs in her gut doubled. Her sleep deprivation was interfering with her decision making skills. This was too far.

Then Steve relaxed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and intertwined his fingers in hers.

“Just so I know you don’t sneak away either.”

Sutton had absolutely no intention to.

#fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #steve/oc #steve x oc #steve rogers x oc

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dlamp-dictator · 5 years ago

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Quick Thoughts on...

Assassins Pride

Okay, this might not be so quick because whoa do I have some thoughts and issues with this last arc. Just going in order

An arc that focuses on Kufa’s past and his original joining of his weird assassin guild? Great.

Kufa sharing with Melida that he’s half vampire and thus giving her just as dangerous secret as he has with her? Especially a secret that gives him a solid reason to kill her in case things really go south? Also great.

Using the new location of Rosetti’s hometown to go more into her background as a daughter of lower nobility and the pressure of it despite being a capable warrior? Again, also great.

Giving Black Madia more screen time in general? Excellent. A+ content right there.

Linking Kufa and Rosetti’s pasts together while also making a Rosetti a half-vampire that Kufa has been watching from the shadows while at the guild? Bad. Real Bad. This is some bad civ right here.

And this doesn’t feel like a mistake that the anime made either, more like a plot point the light novel/manga squeezed in that just didn’t mesh well. I don’t know if it’s the insanely fast pacing again, but that episode explaining Rosetti being half-vampire and seeing Kufa as her big brother felt really tacked on. Especially since in the first few episodes and chapters Kufa’s reasoning for avoiding Rosetti were for his mission and political reasons, not some random need to watch from the shadows and keep some promise.

Again, maybe the actual light novel explains this better since it’s easier to hint at details like that in literature than in visual media, but just from how it looks it really botches not only Kufa’s character as someone focused on Melida’s growth, but also Rosetti’s character as a playful and lighthearted foil to the more cynical and strict Kufa in terms of their methods as instructors and tutors.

Again, this might be the anime’s pacing mucking things up, but if this arc was in the light novel as well, I’m going to call this an outright bad storyline.

Oh, and Kufa having a potion to undo Lycanthropes transformations is stupid for so many reasons... potion ex machina is starting to become a thing that’s really grinding my gears, though this is more of a critique to the light novel than the anime.

That said, it was really cool when Melida was about to straight up fight Rosetti for Kufa’s affection... not gonna’ lie, I kind of wish that fight fully played out. Melida would definitely get her tail whipped, but she would have given Rosetti one hell of a fight before getting knocked out.

Total War Warhammer 2

Why do the rats get all the good stuff? They get nukes, gatling guns, snipers, and now they get NINJA. GODDAMN RAT NINJA. Yet they still have the worst campaign mechanic in the game. Then again, I say this without having played a Brettonian campaign yet, so we’ll see.

We also get Malus Darkblade, a character who’s name alone is so edgy that I wonder how much anime the creators binged before making him. He is a dark elf possessed by an evil god-demon of chaos constantly fighting said demon’s encroaching whispers of insanity and madness... This is a goddamn Naruto OC.

Speaking of anime, the FLC lord is an actual waifu, Repanse de Lyonesse. AKA Jeanne d'Arc, Rider edition... or Saber, if she doesn’t have a mount. Not gonna’ lie, I might actually tolerate the peasant economy system in order to crusade against the vile Skaven and their evil rat ninja and greenskins if I can play as this chick.

In other news, I recently tried a Skarsnik campaign my god, they weren’t kidding when they said this campaign was hard. Trying to use a frontline of goblin units is a nightmare, and I’ve got a mod that gave me more goblin units too. Also the dwarves are just... utterly invincible when you don’t have reliable armor-piercing units.

Anime/Manga Things

Gonna’ just wrap up the anime into one section because Assassins Pride was the only thing I wanted to talk about in depth. So...

Finally watching Kakegurui season two. Trying to binge a lot of netflix anime before my subscription runs out. At episode 6 and it’s pretty good so far. Mostly because Mary is finally shining through as a main character.

Speaking of, up to volume 4 in Kakgurui Twins and Mary Satome still proves to be a great main character, especially with this last volume since I could actually figure out Mary’s plan as she was forming it herself with the last gambling game.

High School Prodigies Have It Easy Even In Another World is still surprisingly written in a competent matter. That doesn’t mean the story itself is entertaining, at least not to someone who’s 25 and knows basic storytelling, but competently written nonetheless.

The dub of Isekai Cheat Magician exists... and I’m 5 episodes in, so what does that really say about me other than being a trashman in his trashcan.

Video Game Things

Finally got a PSP emulator together so I can play Fate/Extra with cheats. Just have to reconnect my controller and everything before I finish up chapter 1.

Speaking of Fate, Fate/Extella Link is slowly getting more tolerable to play, at least as far as the story goes. I’ve still got my issues with Charlemagne, but I’m enjoying the story more and more as his speaking role is less and less prominent.

In Terraria, I’m currently trying an expert mode run... it’s going okay so far.

And... that’s really it for the quick thoughts/update. Anyway, I’ll be off getting further into the Skarsnik campaign. Wish me luck... I’ll need it.

Jesus, goblin frontlines are a nightmare to work with. Thank god for the giant spider monster.

#assassins pride #total war #total war warhammer 2 #your dictator is speaking

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lycorogue · 6 years ago

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Meet My OCs: Willow (Part 1 - Background)

Sorry this post was delayed a week. Sorry again that it’s 11pm on Sunday, so I almost missed my publication deadline AGAIN!

I really did aim to get this up for my weekly Sunday updates of this series. However, Willow proved to be a bit more detailed than I gave her credit, resulting in her introductory post taking the better part of a week to write up and edit.

Before I get further into this post, however, have you had a chance to read my intro posts? They're not needed, but they do provide added context.

Part 1: What is this “Meet My OCs” series, and what was my inspiration when creating the worlds these characters live in?

Part 2: What IRL inspiration helped me create my four main OCs for my Gyateara stories?

Part 3a: What is the X-Future play-by-post game, and what inspired the creation of the main characters for Glitches?

Part 3b: What X-Men canonical characters needed to be reworked for Glitches, and how have they changed to become more original creations?

Feel free to check those out, and then come back. Otherwise, links will also be at the end of this post for your convenience.

Now then, let's get into the true meat and potatoes of this series, starting with the character I tend to unintentionally favor. The one who has the most visual presence. The one whose introduction was so massive (over 30pgs long in a Word document) that I had to split it into 6 parts to avoid overwhelming people (this may still overwhelm, though; sorry). These Meet My OCs posts are getting beefy.... I think I’ll have to switch to every OTHER Sunday for the updates.... Anyway, be prepared for a nice 6-post dump onto your dash!

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Willow “Wisp” Driver

I was the one who watermarked that pic, BTW, to make sure Willow can't be swiped by anyone...

And, can we also give another quick shout out to @edendaphne for the beautiful commission work on my baby girl?

Anyway, Willow was my second X-Future character, and quickly climbed the ranks to one of my most prominent and vocal characters of all time. Check below for Part 1 of Willow's intro, which includes a broad overview of who Willow is, and some backstory for her. In a few minutes, I'll also have up Part 2, which talks more about Willow's main relationships: her family, her friends, and her romances. Later, I'll post Part 3, which talks about her basic storyline within X-Future, and how it relates to my intended starter arc for her in Glitches. In Part 4, I showcase some more artwork of Willow, followed by some narrative scene examples in Part 5. Finally, I’ll conclude with Part 6: wrestler entrances for Hubby’s WWE13 game.

Overview:

Willow was 15 when she was first created back in 2012. She is currently 18 in our game. She's about average height at 5'4” (162.56cm), and has a fairly lean body. She's not overtly muscular, but she is sculpted due to her favorite form of exercise: parkour/free-running, an activity she started after school when she was 10 in order to help burn off extra energy. She's playful, flirty, a mischievous prankster, bubbly, and has a bit of a snarky/sarcastic attitude. She's also cunning, a bit manipulative, incredibly passionate, and surprisingly cautious and suspicious. She tends to surprise people by having a different view of life than most expect, making her playful when most might be somber, making her angered when most would be relieved, or making her harsh when most would be sympathetic. (examples of these outlooks will be in Part 5)

Further Physical Description:

Her hair is naturally a silvery-white, but that's too “grandma” and “bland” looking for her, especially with such pale Irish-American skin. So, to accent her aquamarine eye color, she routinely streaks the silver with blue. The shade of blue varies from dye to dye.

Family:

Willow's mother Meryl is a “normal” human. However, Willow's father Jacob Driver is a mutant (glitch). He has the power to “manipulate” any object so it looks like whatever he wants, as long as it's roughly the same shape, size, and weight. For instance, a chunk of cement could appear to be a large, raw ruby. A stack of blank paper can look like a first draft manuscript of a famous novel. A flashlight can look like a stick of dynamite, and children's play money can look like $100 bills. (Yes, Jacob was inspired by Hook Waters and the Shifting ability from the 2009 movie “Push,” and the categories for The GRID are also inspired by “Push”). Now, the objects aren't physically changed in any form. Instead, Jacob drapes the items within the illusionary forms he desires. His targets will 100% believe the objects are what Jacob claims, as long as they are indeed the correct size, shape, and weight; giving the items the tactile features the illusions suggest. Non-targets of Jacob's powers, however, will see the object for what it truly is. So, if someone accepts the “raw ruby” from Jacob, and takes it to a jeweler, said jeweler will simply see the original chunk of cement.

In his youth, Jacob had used his ability to manipulate items in order to swindle his way through life: making his homework appear done, his dissertation seem ingenious, his wallet always look filled with large bills, etc. He was eventually caught, and served some jail time. He was released early on good behavior, and ended up meeting Meryl, who turned him from a life of crime and swindling. (In the Glitches version, Jacob even had a bit of a playful con-artist rivalry with Ryder, and both men went legit after meeting their wives).

Now trying to stay off the radar as much as possible, Jacob resisted using his powers. He also avoided the public visibility of protesting at mutant/glitch rallies, deciding instead to silently protest mutant/glitches injustice from his home via online boards and petitions. Jacob also made a point of following the latest mutant/glitches news reports, even with his children Shawn and Willow within earshot, much to Meryl's disapproval due to the violence usually talked about in the reports. The news affected Shawn and Willow differently than Meryl originally expected, and the two would pretend to have battles using the various superpowers they heard about via the news.

Powers:

Willow has the power of illusion. To be more technical, she has the telepathic ability to make her target's brain believe an illusion so faithfully that it becomes a seemingly physical manifestation. They actually hear what Willow wants them to hear, see what she wants them to see, taste the flavors she mentally puts into their mouths, and smell the scents she coats her illusions with. Most importantly, through a secondary use of her telekinetic powers, she can have her illusions have a “physical” form to those targeted to experience them. She can lift someone off the ground to make them feel like they're flying, falling, or climbing. She can mentally push down on someone to create the feeling of weight. She can also manipulate parts of the brain so the illusions have texture. The target can feel the cool lick of water splashing against their legs, the sharpness of a needle pricking their skin, the softness of satin, the frigid cold of a snow storm, the rough texture of sandpaper, etc. For all intents and purposes, for Willow's target, the illusions are physical manifestations.

When Willow first started using her powers, she could only concentrate on the two main senses of sight and sound. If she wanted to target more than one person, or if she wanted her illusions to affect more senses, she had to shift to the psychic world of the Astral Plane, causing her to fall unconscious as her consciousness transitioned onto the other level of existence. While on the Astral Plane, she could also use her telepathy to read minds and communicate telepathically. After some practice, she was able to learn to condense the psychic energy of the Astral Plane into a weapon (psy-weapon) she could use while on that plane.

Now that Willow is 18, she has much better control of her powers. She can create fully immersive illusions targeting up to 20 people within a quarter-mile radius (402m). She can use her telepathy for communication and reconnaissance for up to 5 people within the same quarter-mile radius. She can also use telekinesis to lift a collective weight of up to 600lbs (~272kg) within a 30ft (9.14m) radius. All of this without having to shift to the Astral Plane. When she does move to the other plane of existence, her powers increase 10-fold.

One of her favorite illusions, which also truly showcases her base personally, is turning herself into her version of the Cheshire Cat. One can usually tell that Willow has a prank or other mischievous plan in mind when she manifests cat ears, a tail, and a cat-like grin.

Image generated via gen8′s Chibi Maker on deviantart.

Power Manifestation:

As mentioned above, when they were kids, Shawn and Willow would run around their backyard in San Diego, California, and pretend to use superpowers to battle either each other or an imaginary foe. They would pretend they had telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, wings, pyrokinesis, electrokinesis, accelerated healing, energy blasts, etc. One day, when Willow was 11, she became upset that her nearly 13-year-old brother was refusing to play pretend anymore. While nagging him to play with her, she imagined herself throwing fireballs at Shawn. He then actually saw the fireballs aimed at him, as well as the fire damage the dodged balls created. Understandably, he ran, terrified, and screaming for their parents.

Jacob, still trying to stay as far off-radar as possible, avoided sending Willow to a “Mutant Only” school, and instead tried to train her to control herself and her powers. It was tricky, though, since she showcased different powers on any given day, making it hard to know what her abilities actually were. Her imagination also expanded with her powers, and she soon reveled in the thrill of pulling pranks with her ability, usually resulting in terrorizing Shawn. After two years of Willow “playfully” tormenting her brother – as well as some classmates – Jacob finally caved, and sent Willow to the Colossus Academy; a sister location to the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.

It was at the Academy that a telepath was able to finally figure out Willow's power of illusion and manipulation, and helped start Willow's training. While Willow continued to pull pranks, they weren't nearly as mean spirited as they were towards her brother.

In the Glitches rework, Emily’s school on the east coast is the only place Willow is sent. I’m still reworking the timeframe of everything now that I don’t have those 2 extra years between Willow discovering her powers and going to the school. I do know that Willow is sent to Emily’s school because of Jacob’s connection with her husband Ryder.

Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters:

In X-Future, Willow originally went to the west coast branch of the Xavier Institute: Colossus Academy, appropriately run by Piotr “Colossus” Rasputin. Willow stayed at the Academy from age 13 through 15; grades 8 and 9. While at the Academy, she became best friends with her roommate Noelle “Penumbra” Firada. She also became close with Marjory “Lookout” Allodis, the girl tasked to keep her safe whenever Willow went into the Astral Plane, leaving her lifeless body defenseless. A young boy named Winston “Hedge” Michaels became a bit of an unwanted tag-along. He was only two years younger than Willow, but the introverted and awkward boy with virtually no social skills latched onto her as an unwanted and bothersome younger brother figure.

When Willow was 15 and nearing the conclusion of her second year at the Academy, Colossus and his wife Jubilee were needed for a crucial X-Men-related mission. Neither of them returned home. Delegates from the Xavier Institute were sent to the Colossus Academy so the students could finish their school year, as well as figure out where to go next. Then, once summer hit, the Academy was shut down. A lot of the students were sent to the east coast and the Institute. Once there, Willow originally stuck with her core group of Noelle (Penny), Marjory (Marge), and Winston. Willow's a friendly enough person, outgoing and inviting, so it didn't take long for her to make friends with Devon, Chayse, and Lia, as well as create a playful rivalry with a classmate named William.

For more about these relationships, check out Part 2 of Meet Willow.

Willow's Style:

Her base style started off a bit punk/rocker/scene, similar to the early 2000's fashion Rogue and Boom-Boom wore in X-Men: Evolution. Over the past 7yrs since I created Willow, her style toned down a little bit. She still wears fairly form-fitting outfits and short skirts, though. Her main color scheme trends towards blue and white, to match her hair.

Willow's a borderline exhibitionist, always teetering on that line between showing off enough to excite onlookers, and leaving JUUUUUST enough to the imagination. She has budding curves, and she's perfectly fine showing them off to everyone. In fact, much like Trish, Willow has an unofficial theme song herself: “I Get Off” by Halestorm

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Willow doesn’t really care who you are when she flirts and teases. All she cares about is if she's getting your blood pumping, if you end up desiring her, and if she's riling you up somehow. She's just turned on by someone else getting turned on by her. She's much more modest than she lets on, though, and rarely follows through with any sexual acts. Instead, she uses her powers of illusion to create a copy of herself, and lets the copy continue along with the act, should the other person wish to go along still. She's so used to deceit and manipulation, thanks to her powers and how she uses them, that it's actually hard for her to find full trust in others. As much as she teases that sex is all well-and-good fun, deep down she knows she, personally, would regret participating with her own body unless she fully trusted her partner.

Her desire to get others riled up and turned on even extends to using her illusions to try to draw other couples together. Especially with a bunch of “Will they; won't they”, she has fun having an illusion of one trying to seduce the other, just to see where the snag in their “will they” might be. Plus, she loves watching her classmates blush.

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Welp, there’s your broad introduction to Willow. Now to move on to Part 2, where I’ll talk a bit more about her main relationships.

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While waiting for Part 2, you can also check out my introductory posts for this over-all Meet My OCs series.

Quick recap this series thus far, in Part 1 I talked about why I wanted to do this series in a bit more depth than I did above, and I talk about the real world inspiration for creating my two main worlds:

Gyateara – a high fantasy world that will, presumably, house many self-contained series that may or may not interconnect beyond all taking place on the same planet

Glitches – a pseudo-cyberpunk future AU of Earth where mutated humans – known as Glitches – must fight for equality, and even survival, while also dealing with the normal dramas of puberty.

In Part 2 of my series, I explained the real-world inspiration for my four main Gyateara OCs:

Amara Yori

Jolene Crisslebalm

Natalie

Connor

Part 3 of this series went a bit long, so it was broken down into its own two-parter. In Part 3a, I talked about the creation of the four main characters of Glitches:

Chayse

Lia

Willow

Trish

For Part 3b of this series, I explained the canonical character origins of my adult Glitches, and how they've been reworked to create my still-evolving adult support characters for Glitches:

Matteo

Emily

Ryder

Keahi

Cody

Iggy

Alright, this long post is becoming more epic, so I'll catch you guys in Meet Willow Part 2 in a few minutes!

#writing #LycoRogue writing #OCs #Meet My OCs #Meet Willow #long post #Glitches #Willow Driver #Willow #Willow overview #Willow powers #Willow history #series post #5 out of ?#updates every other Sunday #LycoRogue original

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theharellan · 7 years ago

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RP POSITIVITY MEME

DAY 14: FREE DAY!

so this whole week i’ve kept myself from mentioning joly when possible. i promo joly on my dash every day. my very existence is a joly promo. it was mostly a way to make sure that i gave other people attention, and also b/c i saw the last day was a free day and wanted to use it to write about how much i love joly’s characters.

if it weren’t for joly i doubt i’d still be here. that’s not to say that i didn’t love rping solas beyond what i have with joly, but after my hiatus it was the desire to rp with joly again that really brought me back. and i’m so thankful for that b/c it’s allowed me to meet ppl like merc and lisa and kae, ppl who either weren’t around or i didn’t know before. also just when i was having a rough time last year and whenever i’ve had a rough time since then joly’s been there for me. they’re a really special person, who deserves even more kind words written about them than their characters do. but if i keep going i’ll probably make myself cry.

suffice to say if you like my blog, then you have joly to thank. not just for me being here, but how their ocs have shaped my solas. i cannot recommend joly’s blogs enough. they don’t have as much time as they did to write, but it doesn’t make them any less dedicated to their characters as someone who posts a dozen things a day.

before i get to their actual blogs, i want to talk about the npcs or characters that no longer have rp blogs.

first, deshanna. i’ve loved how they made a mother who is flawed and sympathetic, and who i don’t feel 100% good about solas disliking her in modern. it’s my secret desire to be able to rp in a thread where she’s npc’d one day, either in modern or batb. next, layne. what a piece of shit. i don’t know TOO much about layne, and i’m in this position where i want to know more but also i dread it. hoping one day solas and mio can shank him. and then, june. june had a blog (and may again one day??) and he was a fuckin hermit mamma’s boy that was too boring for fen to want to have anything to do with. joly’s recently been toying with some ideas for his character that i think only strengthen what they have, and i’m excited.

@ancientimpudence -

mio is petty. mio is mean. mio is stand-offish. mio is loyal. mio is driven. mio is honest. i love mio.

if you want a character who is flawed and not always nice, you’ll love mio. they’re a really good example of how you can make a character not always be a very pleasant person, but still get plenty of rp mileage off of them and develop meaningful relationships. how two characters’ relationship can somehow be incredibly deep and yet broken. i love what joly and i have built for mio and solas, two ancient friends who aren’t always the best friends.

i could really talk about about their relationship. solas goes through a period where he becomes very empathetic and in-tune with the problems of everyone around him, but mio’s somehow always escape him. i love the gap, and i love how it’s both not his fault b/c mio hides how they feel, but also he needs to do better by them. i love how mio wants what’s best for solas and their cause, while simultaneously suggesting things that actually wouldn’t be best for solas, because mio isn’t omnipotent and is also, to an extent, still trying to keep solas as he was.

i love how mio doesn’t like ian but is still there to help him. i love how mio expresses themself in ways not everyone understands. i love how modern mio has purse dogs and brings vher food b/c they spent all weekend playing the sims.

and vher / mio?? one of those ships that just kinda happened. one of the best things about talking to joly about characters is how often two just kinda cling to one another. vher is aro and can’t return the romantic feelings mio feels for them (and open enough to be accepting when mio finds romantic love elsewhere) but they still care for mio so much. everything about mio that i listed above, even the petty and vain stuff, vher loves. also sometims vher decides they wanna kiss mio and i can only imagine what it does to the poor child.

basically, what i’m getting at here is, joly lets mio be flawed but also shows how those flaws can still lead to positive interactions. joly lets mio be unadmirable at times, but still likeable and lovable. joly introduced some extra diversity in background to the rebellion and i’m eternally thankful tbh.

@betterthanmaps -

harding is one of those characters everyone adores, and so it makes sense that joly, one of the most adorable ppl on the planet, chose to write her. i love seeing characters with stable and normal backstories. harding is just such a steady influence, and i’ve loved seeing her contrasted with the sad backstories most canons and ocs possess. which i wanna be clear isn’t a criticism of sad backstories! i merely mean that it’s also nice seeing variety. not everyone has had a past that has made them cruel or kind, some people were raised by caring parents and lived simple lives until they heard the call to adventure. those people are just as interesting and worthy of telling stories about.

joly’s harding reminds me somewhat of tolkien’s hobbits, i suppose, now that i’m writing this out. and they’re some of my fave characters in literature. only w/ harding we also get fun dragon age dwarfy lore-- someone who is as un-dwarfy as varric but not quite so loud about it and we get actual queer representation.

@spiritualjourneys -

i adore spirits? i do not adore how the fandom treats spirits. things like treating human cole as superior to spirit cole, rather than a person making different choices, both paths making them happy, even if one is for reasons we can’t all understand. pinning everything wrong with anders in da2 on justice. assuming lord woolsey, an innocent spirit-ram who has done nothing but help, has always been a rage demon (even tho the ways in which he has been shown to help the family that adopted him aren’t typical rage-related qualities) but ANYWAY.

the point is, spirits are given something of a raw deal by the fandom and are almost always judged by their ability to conform to human standards. joly’s spirit multi is fuckin fantastic and making spirits different and complex and alien, while also familiar and very much people rather than set pieces in the stories of others. though all of them started out as npcs created by either joly (love, sincerity), myself (joy), or bioware (wisdom) it took joly no time at all to establish their stories. love and joy especially...

what i appreciate about love is the path they took to get where they are. how they weren’t always love, how they focus upon a specific kind of love, how they can’t always see when love is best working past. though i’ve only just started rping peace, i’m in love (get it) with the dynamic the two of them have formed. how they balance one another out and keep one another from straying too far into their own interests, and thereby corrupting themselves. it’s a dynamic that i wasn’t expecting at all when i made peace as an au to my zenyatta blog, but i think that’s the amazing thing about writing with joly. something falls into place and then it grabs you and the idea just won’t let go.

and as for joy, it’s probably the least developed of the spirits, having no form that’s recognisably alive nevermind a person. but it demonstrates well, i think, how “humanity” in elvhenan wasn’t defined by shape. when solas says he dislikes when people see him as just a pair of pointed ears, and that he doesn’t necessarily identify much with modern elves, the idea is expressing multiple things. one of them, i think, is that being an elf sometimes meant being a physical body with pointed ears, but sometimes you could just be bubbles and you’d still be considered a valid member of elvhen society. joy doesn’t exist as we do. joy forgets, joy prefers to never touch the earth, and it exists in a state of cycles to keep itself from becoming something like despair. joly depicts the beauty and the drawbacks of existing in this state and i’m just??? so glad they decided to write joy. b/c they do it more justice than i ever could.

@paragoninexile -

tam’s new blog isn’t fully set up but i wanna talk about her anyway. tam is a good hero and a good person, and in many ways sort of made to be a hero. when i found out about tam i was rly excited simply b/c she was very much like my warden, only with so much more care and thought put into her that now she’s basically replaced my canon warden in my heart.

i think my favourite thing about tam is how much of a front she puts up for everyone. crowning bhelen, even if it meant the death of another father figure. recruiting loghain, even if it meant losing her friend or possibly lover. it shows that even neutral good heroes still have to make decisions that could be considered ruthlessly practical. bhelen is not necessarily the better choice morally, especially not as an aeducan (especially especially not as an aeducan who doesn’t kill trian). i imagine tam knows that crowning him will have dire consequences not just for harrowmont, but the entire harrowmont line. she does it anyway, not because she wants to, but because for orzammar it’s the best choice.

i’ve loved finally having a chance to write one of my fave dragon age ships: gorim/aeducan. i have a weakness for ships who have been together since they were only young, and the progression they take in the au is so good?? being able to find freedom for their love in a life that is literally killing tamar, and the reason they only get 12 or so happy years together rather than 50. but tam is so good that i’m honestly proud to be able to give her those twelve years with gorim. one day i’m gonna make joly hurt w/ thoughts about the kid gorim adopts after tam dies and who he tells them all about. 8)

@cadashsmash -

cadri i think was the first joly character i interacted with, though i believe i remember ian from way way back when i tried rping merrill and couldn’t quite get a foothold like i did with solas and thora.

i’m in love with dwarves u all should know this, so ofc i’m in love with cadri. i love how rough around the edges she is, how she tries to do the right thing, and how doing so can lead to some messed up shit like killing abelas. the work joly’s done with reaver lore is perfect, working with how dirty and raw the specialisation is without making it too hardcore for an inquisitor to ever hope to specialise in it (stop assuming all reavers are cannibals fandom smh). one of my fave threads on thora continues to be the post-battle thread where both are recovering from the drawbacks of their own specialisations and clash because of them. it’s just a really unique idea that is what makes writing with joly so... rounded? like i’m never just writing one thing with joly. they push me as a writer in the best possible way.

overall cadri is just a rly excellent character who, like tam and harding, do credit to dwarves that the series doesn’t always. i’ve loved exploring how differently her and thora react to their position in life, i’ve loved seeing cadri’s anger or indifference towards dwarven society. it’s so valid and realistic and good. i’ve loved exploring the specific ways in which she bucks the presumptions solas has about dwarves, how even in universes where she’s not inquisitor her individuality is still nothing he expects from her kind and how she changes him anyway. i also will always be fond of this being their friendship song.

cadri: hey solas, what d’you call a flower before it opens? solas: a bud. cadri: I LOVE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME BUD. solas: UGHH.

@dalishfreckles -

it’s really hard to not write a post just about ian, honestly. all of joly’s characters are special to me, but i won’t deny ian is my favourite and has a very important place in my heart. if i were to truthfully answer those top 5 fave characters questions, ian would be on there no question.

as someone who goes through some of the same struggles as ian, he’s inspirational. seeing him struggle to keep surviving, to keep loving, to keep helping even when everything inside him is screaming to stop. i love seeing him make mistakes, honest ones or ones born of anxiety. b/c anxiety is more than just hating yourself or having trouble talking to people, although that is very real. sometimes anxiety can cause you to project some really terrible things onto people, things that aren’t really fair to them.

when i see ian doing things like... projecting his own feelings of worthlessness onto solas, assuming he must think the same rather than giving solas a chance to explain? it’s realistic, and it’s not good. it’s trying to pull people into the same destructive game you do to yourself. it’s also realistic, esp since in the thread i’m referring to solas fucked up and has shit to apologise for. idk, it’s just really comforting to see ian pull the same shit that i do, but knowing he’s still a good person and that i love him is an act of self love.

ian’s an important character for so many reasons, that i could probably write a 20 page thesis on him and his development / how much he means to me. i’m proud of him so much. i’m proud when he finds the strength to tease solas, i’m proud when he stands up for himself, even when he’s standing up against the people he loves. especially when, tbh. how as he grows he can see inara’s faults but doesn’t hate her for them, and tries to help her, when he’s under no obligation to. how he still tries to connect with solas after solas coldly brushes him off the first time ian admonishes him. and i love how joly shows it’s not easy. none of it is. and that ian has to keep choosing to be good, it makes everything he does that much more meaningful.

finally, ian isn’t a hero, necessarily. he’s not the sort of person people tell stories about, which is one reason i love the solas/ian pairing so much. it’s really all about the person for solas, and ian is just so much about what solas loves about people. it’s not always about battles and heroes, sometimes it’s just about a person who has the patience and love in them to make a tree grow in the middle of a desert alienage. sometimes the most wonderful things about people are the little, radical things they do for themselves and those they love rather than how they change the world.

this has gotten to be very long, and probably rambling, but to be fair to me this is like two weeks of joly-positivity i’ve been holding in.

i’ll probably be doing one more free day tomorrow, even if today is the last day, just to do a v general positive post for those i follow. but i wanted to take at least one day to credit the person who has inspired me with their words and characters. like. this was just their characters? i didn’t even get a chance to go into the ways joly’s prose shines, how it’s descriptive and yet never difficult to comprehend. how many different types of plots they’re here for.

but to make a long story short, joly is an incredibly talented writer. i’ve said this before, but i can look back on things i’ve written years ago with joly and still like what i wrote (as well as what they wrote but that should go w/o saying), which is a rare feeling, simply b/c joly lets me access the best writer in me. we often here in the rpc use “muse” as a shorthand for “character we write that inspires us” and i’ve found it a difficult word to rly use-- simply b/c joly and their characters are as much my muses as my own characters. at least in the sense that thinking about them inspires me to write.

tl;dr- pls follow and write with joly. b/c the only thing i love as much as writing with joly is reading what they write with other people.

#[ sure do hate this tumblr glitch ]#( positivity )#dalishfreckles #( ooc )#rpc positivity week

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titleknown · 8 years ago

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Mr Midnight Show’s Supporting Cast!

Well, I’ve been thinking about a crew for The Theatre of Mr. Midnight Show, my Noisy Tenant OC. So, here’s what I’ve got:

-The Ushers- Vague humanoids seemingly composed of sticky; bleeding flesh; akin to the tissue of certain internal organs, and covered in barbed wire constantly opening their wounds. Their outfits are comical old-school incredibly cheap-looking rubber monster masks and usher outfits. Strangely, the gore they drip never seems to dirty the theatre or their immaculate usher outfits.

Despite their names, they do a lot of the gruntwork in The Theatre, taking tickets, mopping floors, wearing embarassing promotional costumes (that tend to be far more vicious and toothsome than the wearers) They are deadly efficient when called to do a task, but only really for the first few minutes, after which they kinda slack off. They are lazy when off-duty and tend to work for bribes, which is useful for any GreyZones that may find themselves stranded in The Theatre.

-Draconcession- While @mmmskulljuice’s Burgrr-affiliated OC Hatedog would probably run concessions, this critter is the thing that actually produces the stuff that it sells, like a combination of a biomechanical HR Geiger dragon and a retro 50s-type snack bar (of the super shiny-and-chrome kind), bloated with a main gut filled with the primordial sludge that forms most of the “solid” foods through the nozzle in his bellybutton (Ala that old Steve Martin routine about McDonalds), as well as the multiple liquids like movie-theatre “butter”; nacho “cheese”; soda-syrup; ect lactated through his many teats.

The prices are super-high for his wares, a fact that leads to a lot of loathing being sent his way, but he’s actually pretty apologetic and friendly. It’s not actually his fault the prices are so high; it’s thanks to Hatedog’s “Sponsors” and Mr. Midnight’s entreaties that make him do it, and if you provide him with help he may be tempted to give you a discount. Any resemblance to @samael’s OC was coincidental at first, but was too fun not to run with (Tho it’s affectionate for the record).

-Marvilla Castilla- She looks like a bagworm of promotional material and theatrical gimmicks suspended on a system of string and pulleys always slightl out of view, with two glowling eyes always poking out of a black void in the middle. She is a being constantly coming up with “gimmicks” to increase ticket sales, ala the infamous William Castle (Who, I will admit, inspired her) including almost all of the ideas mentioned in the entry for Mr. Midnight. And, plus, they’re also very handy at “dissuading” various “non-paying customers” in the theatre. Which happens to include most unwilling visitors from the GreyZone

She’s a consumate show-woman and a bit of an attention-hog, desperate for love and adualtion. Ironically, her real body has never been fully seen, though the protruding limbs when she decides to personally “take care of business” seem to indicate some grotesque; alien glow-in-the-dark skeleton.

-HI JACK!- He looks like an anime Max Headroom with an unmoving face, periodically breaking into the video feed of the many screens of The Theatre, rambling about whatever comes to his mind while horrifying visions of futures that may or may not happen play in the background,often providing advice to any GreyZoners in the area of the broadcast (Or anyone he likes in that area as well) while he horribly Videodromes (Yes that’s a verb now shut up) the rest of the audience.

His name always appears in all bold caps, even in spoken word.Rumor has it he may have been a GreyZoner once, and his bitterness towards most of the “natives” here (though he seems to have a soft spot for Castilla) and letcherousness towards the more humanoid (Depending on your definition of “humanoid”) beings he meets tend to play this out

**-:KING VIDEOMASTER:-** An anciliary character from another zone intersecting this one, who I’d describe in detail when covering that one, but he’s basically the dude who runs the Arcade of The Theatre. He looks like a grotesquely detailed vector-graphics monster face, constantly flickering in and out of reality, with his relaitvely tiny “intersecting realm” looking like a grotesquely-warped series of “boards” from pre-gaming-crash arcade games, but relatively small ones. He’s very loud, but more bark than bite thanks to his relatively low power in this realm.

[Note, I actually made an ask with a bit more info on him and his zone, which you can find here]

-Madame Vende- A woman who looks like a perfectly normal high-powered 80s-type businesswoman, until she moves. In a way which resembles one of those GMod videos but with real flesh. She works to alter the media played for “The Boys Upstairs,” making various demands when they are dissatisfied with the various pieces of media shown at said theatre, seemingly omnipresent in each theatre taking notes on audience response.

She doesn’t force changes that often, but when she does, it usually has a major effect on the theatre and often the layers above and below, with things being cut out of the universe or hastily pasted on, almost always for the worst. While everyone at the theatre hates her, they listen to her, thanks to her horrifying ability to manipulate the concept core of any being, with her bare hands. And her backers may know more about what’s going wrong with the theatre than even Mr. Midnight does…

-Die Ratten- The “spare projectionist” whose job should not exist, this being looks like an old humanoid animatronic rat in one of the Ushers’ outfits, projecting some unknown film from a bizarre, projector-like if not for its bizarrely elaborate nature and “other” effects, apparatus in a room plastered with old media-related newspaper clippings and cut pieces of film, along with film props, of things that have been lost, things that have been erased from existence, and things that should not exist.

He will lend his “library” to you for a price, but the price will always be worse than you thought it was, though the first one’s always free. He is also kind of a lech. And may or may not be involved in a “secret war” with Madame Vende. Where whoever wins everyone else loses...

& Of Course, the ones I created here are freely usable as long as I, Thomas F, Johnson am credited as their creator, same as Mr. Midnight Show.

So, what do you think?

#open source characters #noisy tenant #open source character #bogleech #awful hospital #my ocs #my writing #weird #horror #film

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cherryblossomcheesecake · 7 years ago

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How Rare & Beautiful: Chapter 3 - A FFXV OC Fanfic

So, as I mentioned earlier in the preview that no longer exists, sorry for the two month wait. School was a killer, and ruined me both mentally and physically. And then exams finished up on the 25th, only for me to come down with the flu right after. It really sucked, and after a shit night of sleep, I finally managed to pull out a new chapter that's 2,641 words in total. God bless sudden inspiration. Now fair warning, we kinda get into Soo-Min's past life in this chapter, so bare with me. It's gonna be a slow process in revealing what her life was like. Also we finally get to see a bit of what Goryean culture looks like cuz I finally decided what I wanted to do after watching a bunch of movies and staring at a map of Eos for ages. Granted, this is only a brief look into their culture and history but once again, it will be more fully explored in the future. And side note, if you couldn't guess from the names, Goryeans i.e., Soo-Min and Myung-Hee, are a race in Eos based on Asian cultures, specifically Korean since I'm more familiar with that culture (and I kinda stole the name from their history too so there's that). Wow, I need to shut up now. I highly recommend listening to "one summer's day" on youtube as it complements this chapter and inspired it as well. WORD COUNT: 2,641 POSTED: 04.29.17 EDITED: 12.19.17

Master List Previous Chapter

One Summer's Day - Joe Hisaishi

In the past few days, I had grown accustomed to living with Aetius and Myung-Hee. My adoptive father would travel between the Citadel and our large apartment in the mornings and evenings for his duties in the Crownsguard. Myung-Hee had managed to take a small vacation from her role as one of the Prince's nannies to make my transition from the orphanage to their home easier.

My new mother made sure that every possible form of comfort was provided for me, anything from new clothes to collections of books on various subjects. She involved me in minor house chores to keep me busy in order for us to bond and assisted me in the history studies I had picked up in order to prepare to return to school.

However, my time with Myung-Hee was coming to a close as her short holiday was ending soon. I was aware of her worried glances when she believed I wasn't looking, and heard her and Aetius speaking after I had gone to bed. Myung-Hee was concerned that I wasn't ready to return to grade school, that I needed more time to catch up. But with both my adoptive parents working, it was impossible for me to remain at home on my own.

My parents deliberated on what to do for a few nights before Aetius proposed his idea to us at a rare family dinner.

"I was speaking with a few of the other Crownsguard and they suggested we hire a tutor and request that Soo-Min's lessons be held in the Citadel library. That way she will learn what she needs to and we don't have to worry about her safety."

Myung-Hee paused in her eating, as did I, looking towards Aetius with interest.

"Have you spoken with the council of this ideal? Soo-Min's afternoon studies would likely impede on the Prince's private lessons after he returns from his formal schooling." she countered, picking at the salad on her plate.

"The library is quite large; I'm sure they can both learn what they need to without disturbing each other. And besides, this is only temporary. Soo-Min just needs to catch up on a few things before she returns to normal grade school. Even if she does come in contact with the prince during her sessions, it would be good for her to know someone once she goes back to formal education, darling."

I quietly watched them speak back and forth, eyes flicking from one adult to the other. I was eager to start formal lessons again, but possibly running into the prince made me nervous as hell. Despite me being a full year older than him and then mentally 17 on top of that, I was still concerned about possibly meeting the future king of this world and blowing my cover.

Myung-Hee stared critically at her husband before sighing, "Speak to the council first, then we'll look for a tutor."

Aetius nodded before returning to his dinner, signaling the restart of our meal.

It was one of those evenings where I couldn't fall asleep. Myung-Hee and Aetius had gone to bed hours ago, putting me to bed like the eight year old I appeared to be. As I laid wide awake for hours, I eventually pulled myself from the comforts of my bed so I could look through the small amount of belongings that I had brought with me from the orphanage.

I carefully handled the worn-looking bird plush that was no doubt mine, but not at the same time. I handled all my items from the orphanage with the care of a stranger, not really considering them mine at all. There were worn plush toys that were clearly from this body's early childhood, tattered books filled with this world's nursery rhymes and fairy tales, and small bobbles that had obviously been collected due to curiosity.

I began to place them throughout my rather barren room, lining up the plushes along a bookshelf for safe keeping next to the books I had. I placed the small collection of knick-knacks that I had around the room on random surfaces, reaching into my bag and pulling them out one by one.

As I reached into the bag once again, my hand closed around something smooth and rectangular, making me look to my hand in confusion. However my frown swiftly became a grin as I recognised my old beat up phone, accompanied by it's USB charger. Thank God for small mercies.

I quickly held down the power button to see if it still worked, delighted at the appearance of a bright start up screen. My mood was only dampened by the bittersweet appearance of my phone's background; a photo of my family. I had just turned sixteen when the photo was taken, my mother appearing to be an older version of myself with our matching dark hair and eyes. My father only shared his smile with me, his pale eyes and blonde hair setting him apart from us just as much as his height. My eyes flick over their features before I power down my phone, saving the remaining battery life for the future, for when I need a reminder of what my mother's soft smile and my father's army hardened face looked like.

I placed the old phone behind some books on my shelf, concealing what remained of my past life from the people within my new life. I stared solemnly at the shelf for a few moments before crawling into bed and forcing myself into a state of sleep.

I woke early the following Monday morning, allowing Myung-Hee to dress me in a simple hanbok made of white and violet silk and tulle. She sat me down on a cushion in front of the apartment's couch, regaling to me the history and culture of the people we came from in her soft mother-tongue that was so similar to Korean, sharing the myths and legends of our lands as she began to sort out my dark tresses.

"We Goryeans are a mighty people, strong and wild like the sea we sail." Myung-Hee spoke, a reverent tone lacing her voice as she brushed my hair back from my face. "For many ages, ever since the Lady Leviathan granted us reign of the sea, our people have sailed the coasts of Eos and traded among the nations" she recounted, braiding sections of my hair and tying them off, "We laid claim to shores in the far east, and built our capitol city within a port there. Its beauty is unparalleled by the other kingdoms, untainted by the magic of the Six or the machinery of men, and preserved by our traditions and culture."

Myung-Hee began to twist the braids she had made upwards, careful fingers pinning them to the back of my head. "We have survived through the changes and trials of time by the guidance of our elected counsel of princesses; allowing the people to select who shall lead them through the ages, rather than be bound to a line of succession that could be corrupted." Myung-Hee reached for a small decorative pin, one made of ivory shaped into a lotus flower with a few red beads hanging from it. She slid it into the bun that the pinned braids had created, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders.

"You are apart of this legacy, and one day you will see the glory of our heritage. But for now, we must remain here until the world is safe enough for us to make the journey." my adoptive mother rose from her place on the couch, helping me up from the floor so I would not ruin my clothes. As she straightened out the skirt of my hanbok, Myung-Hee smiled affectionately at me, tapping my nose lightly before speaking once again.

"Now, I have a prince to attend to and you have a tutor to meet." she teased before prompting our leave from the apartment.

It was later in the afternoon when I found myself in the vast library of the Citadel, the prince's private tutor by my side. That in itself was a kind blessing from the king, who had believed that it would be good to socialize his son with me so we'd both have a familiar face at Insomnia Day School.

The tutor had deduced that I had managed to retain my math skills, and that my literature skills were beyond my grade level, which was no surprise to me. I had 17 years of formal education on my side. I only had issues with history and the basic politics we had been taught on the ongoing conflict with Niflheim; these two shortcomings clearly made me the ideal study partner for the prince in the king's mind.

I had begun learning about the surrounding lands and territories of the kingdom as well as others when the library door could be heard creaking open. My tutor paused in his lesson, waiting calmly for the prince to arrive.

He was a small thing, but adorable nonetheless. The prince's wide blue eyes were extremely expressive, obviously curious about my presence. He looked small for a seven year old, however when he grew up, he would most definately make up for any shortcomings with his looks.

I smiled lightly before offering a quiet, "Hello," as my greeting.

At my calm and rather simple acknowledgment of his presence, the prince smiled brightly and perking up like a puppy.

"Hi, I'm Noctis! What's your name?" I almost got whiplash at how quickly the prince—Noctis— spoke, scuttling up into the chair beside me and gazing at me curiously.

"Soo-Min. I'm Miss Han's daughter." I replied, watching as the younger boy lazily swung his legs over the edge of the chair.

"I didn't know Miss Han had a daughter..." Noctis mused quietly, tilting his head to the side, "So why are you being tutored by Nero? I don't think he's ever worked with someone else while teaching me."

I sighed as I stared at the table, getting my story together in my head.

"I hit my head a few weeks ago and couldn't remember anything when I woke up. I've thankfully been able to regain my math and literacy skills with a bit of practice but I'm having trouble remembering history and politics. My mother and father want to make sure I'm all caught up before I go back to formal school."

"So you get to be my study partner for a while?" is what the boy offered after thinking for awhile.

"Yeah, I guess so." I replied, smiling kindly at the boy. He gave me a wide toothy grin before our tutor called for our attention to finish my lesson so we could move on.

I could see myself coming to look forward to my afternoons with Noctis; the boy was so full of energy and looked around with such wonder that I hadn't experienced in so many years. The prince would talk about anything and everything, asking all sorts of questions about my time at the orphanage. I answered the best I could for the sweet boy, but often found myself giving vague answers or defaulting to the excuse that I was unable to remember.

I indulged him in his little games that he wished to play after the end of our lesson, running through the beautiful gardens of the citadel as we chased each other in a two person game of tag. I followed the little terror through the gardens, darting between rose bushes and hedges shaped into various creatures, the dart of black and cheerful laughter my only clues to where the boy had gotten off to.

I hiked up the skirt of my hanbok, chasing the shadow of the little prince through the maze of a garden. I soon became lost in the hedges, stopping to catch my breath as I looked around. I could faintly hear Noctis' calls from elsewhere in the garden, coming to a standstill as I calmed the beating of my heart, and the heaving of my chest.

I close my eyes, focusing on the space around me and the distant laughter of the young prince. A faint call of "Are you giving up already?" comes from the left area of the garden, sending me off at a near sprint as I wove my way between plants, determined to find the young prince.

I darted around a hedge, following the stone path of the gardens and collided with something much bigger and more solid than a plant.

Stumbling backwards, I almost fall on my ass before a hand grasps my shoulder and steadies me. I look upwards, startled by the assistance in remaining upright, my dark gaze meeting that of the aged green eyes of a man older than my adoptive parents.

"Are you alright, child?" the man asked, his voice rich and cultured as he knelt to my height.

I gazed uncertainly at the man before me, noticing another man lingering a step or two behind him. My brown eyes flicked between the two men before falling to the one in front of me.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry for running into you, sir." I apologized, respectfully bowing my head to him, "I was chasing the prince in the game we were playing and didn't look where I was going."

The man kneeling before me let out a hearty chuckle, shaking his head lightly.

"Fear not child, you meant no harm. Now tell me, you would not happen to be Aetius and Myung-Hee's daughter, would you?" the man responded, curiosity colouring his voice as he regarded me. His companion had come to stand beside him, prompting me to scrutinize the pair carefully. Despite being within the Citadel gardens that were guarded by many Crownsguard, I still valued the good old practice of 'stranger danger' that my mother in my past life had instilled in me.

"I don't see how that concerns you, sir." I replied cautiously, stepping away from the men and allowing the hand to slip from my shoulder. My statement pulled a deep chuckle from the man who still stood tall, amusement glittering in his eyes.

"I do believe the girl has a point, your Majesty." his companion offered between puffs of laughter. My eyes widened as my gaze flew between the man now identified as the king, and his companion, no doubt one of his guard. The king looked towards the man with a small huff, looking rather disgruntled with his guard.

The sound of shoes on gravel came from down the path, turning our attention to the sight of Noctis sprinting towards us.

"Dad!" the dark haired prince yelled at the sight of his father in front of me. The king rose from his kneeling position, turning and bending in order to scoop up his son as he ran into his arms.

"Hello son. I was just getting acquainted with your new friend. Apparently your little game of chase in the gardens got her a bit lost." the king turned to me as he spoke to his son, offering a wink of good humor.

"Isn't Soo-Min great? You know, besides getting lost." Noctis replied with a laugh, looking to me with his midnight blue eyes full of delight.

"Indeed, son. Why don't we depart for the evening meal, so you and Soo-Min may regale your afternoon adventures to Clarus and I with full stomachs. I'm sure her mother would find it easier to collect her from the dining hall." Noctis' father offered, settling his son to rest on his forearm as he looked between us.

"That would be amazing, dad! Come on, Soo! We can tell dad and uncle Clarus all about what we did today, and I'm sure you'll like all the food. I know I do. Well besides the vegetables. Vegetables are gross." Noctis' displeasure for vegetables made me laugh as we began our departure from the garden, the prince carrying on in this manner until we were safely within the corridors of the citadel.

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