#YES i can talk for hours abt these two YES i have paragraphs of notes written abt them in several different places

[trainingdummyrabbit]

wheres that fucking. holding scribbly image of character while sobbing and sniffling pathetically. im doing that rightnow

[an-animagoose]

Abel info dump 2 me about ur ocs challenge

alright its 12am and i dont expect this to make sense, read at your own risk but heres a bullshit couple paragraphs on ashley underwood, 

this is mostly ash because i think about her the most and this will make no sense because i haven't talked about her in literal months. ash is very complicated to me because i messed a lot with her characterization for a while and i still do, and i constantly wonder if I'm just shoving her into something convenient and stereotypical and therefore lessening her value, and then i decided that shes not real and i can make characters that don't make sense to anyone else but myself and i no longer also have to watch someone else take away pieces from her while i sit silently confused and hurt like i did before. anyway, she's very special to me because i put myself in her in a lot of small ways because she was the first oc i properly created. i made her originally for a fantasy storyline i was doing with some friends, and i thought she was very cool because she could do magic (doctor strange-esque, im not original) and then i gave her some trauma because its the next logical step. now i mostly think of her in all the modern aus that were created, and a lot of its with her old love interest (they had a very cool dynamic, sometimes childhood best friends to lovers, both with no idea how to be functional members of society, but i dont know if I'm like legally allowed to discuss them anymore so if i mention it once or twice my bad i just like knowing how my ocs act in relationships).  i don't really know how I'm supposed to write things so I'm just going to put some general information and then ramble for a billion words cool sorry

general things!! shes a disaster bisexual whos 5′8″ and surviving on coffee and spite, she has freckles and tan skin (half Spanish on her mom's side- speaking of her parents died when she was 10 either in a car accident or a murder I didn't make my mind up) very curly brown hair and worrying bags under her eyes. she can look intimidating at first because she has one of those resting bitch faces and a dislike of being alive (there's a little bit of mental illness as a treat) also I'm really tired writing this I'm so sorry

she's an English major- she loves books, spent most her teenage years with her nose in one because it was easier than talking to people and also they're Fucking Good, she has shelves filled with them and two copies of her favourites so she can fill one with notes and annotations and she cries is she ever accidentally ruins one, she never sleeps when she should, staying up till the early morning and then napping at every chance she gets (she has fallen asleep on all of her friends so often, and never makes it through the second hour of the movie unless it's important), she starfishes when she sleeps and is a nightmare to wake up because she will tell you rather impolitely to “leave her the fuck alone” (getting out of bed means dealing with the world and it's so tiring to do it over and over), she’s constantly cold, wrapped up in sweaters and if she's comfortable enough, clings to the closets human heater. speaking of, it takes her a while to warm up to people, used to absolutely shut herself off from getting close to people in fear of them leaving before going to ~therapy~.  she gets top grades in school because she works until shes burnt out and puts an overwhelming amount of pressure on herself, breaks down when she cant understand something in the first few tries because it feels like a failure, she does debate and writes poems and lyrics in beat up notebooks, hides them when people come over and owns like 3 guitars, sings unreasonably well and has scarily specific playlists, has round glasses she only wears when she has to because she cant see shit far away, catches colds often, brushes them off till shes forced into a bed, she studies the stars because theyre beautiful and unattainable and reads psychology books and likes true crime but only when theres a satisfying ending, she shows love through acts of service and physical touch, likes receiving quality time and words of affirmation, she takes polaroids of all her friends and sticks a bunch to her wall so she can stare at them and know that things are worth it now, has posters and art to remind herself of the little joys in life, will fight you about the star wars movies, overly competitive in a lot of things (mario-kart is a dangerous fucking game), curses a lot, stress bakes and cries when something goes slightly wrong, accidentally collects a following on tiktok from shitposting at 4am and having a nice aesthetic (and being pretty), would be the mysterious girl who you see/works at the bookstore/coffee-shop and fall a little bit in love with, writes essays last minute due to chronic procrastination and still aces it, is a ravenclaw, would be a child of hades in the pjo universe, would play outside hitter in volleyball (yes there was a haikyuu au), would be bassist in a band. i think this is all i can think of tonight because my eyes hurt but feel free to ask questions/ say anything honestly i really missed talking about my ocs and i have: many more that i will also talk about if anyone wants me to, (please. my inbox is so open please tell me abt ur ocs too i think its so fun)

[angelicaphelion-archive]

Soulmate Tattoo AU

I wrote a soulmate au thingy abt my ocs so it’ll have the first paragraph and the rest will be under the cut

AU: The first sentence you hear from your soulmate is tattooed on your wrist.

CHAPTER 1 - The System

Getting the tattoo was completely optional. Some got it, some didn’t. Before getting it, the system would pass tests and scans to really know if it was your choice or if it was a relative or a friend who forced you to get one. Those who wanted it got it. They seemed pretty content with it and hoped to find their soulmate soon and near. Others who didn’t want it we’re also content with that decision. They we’re very capable of living without knowing what their soulmate would first say to them, or even without a care about who that soulmate was. Needless to say, aromantics and asexuals were very content about it being a choice.

For some, though, it was more tragic than that. Some who wanted it got nothing in return. A blank wrist where there should have been words. That usually meant that they would never meet their soulmate, either because they would die before meeting them, or because their soulmate would die before meeting them. Most people that had this result went into mourning and some even committed suicide. For others, sometimes, the words tattooed on their wrist were tragic: “You’re not going to make it” or “See you in the afterlife.” After those words appear on your body, you’d rather be already dead.

Nobody knew how the system worked, except of course those who built it. It was never wrong though. Magic or very advanced science of probabilities, it was hard to tell.

Asking to see someone else’s tattoo was quite common. It wouldn’t usually pass as rude; it was more like a subject of conversations for those meeting each other for the first time. It would also make things quicker. Sometimes, people we’re lucky, sometimes not. Sometimes, it would lead to an unfortunate and rare mistake.

Some planets banned this system because it created chaos and confusion throughout the cities and towns. Like I said, it’s a choice, but some people took it too seriously. Those planets we’re fine without this system after a few rotations around their star.

Me? It was a teenage mistake. Fooling around, wanting to know if that crush was the one. It wasn’t. It never was. All I got were those stupid words: “Bet you didn’t see that coming.” Also, note for whoever is reading this, don’t ask to see someone else’s tattoo while on a date. It usually never ends well.

I’m the only one on my crew that has one. I mean, we’re three, but still. Faheema decided against it and Aethull’s planet was never introduced to this system, and honestly, he couldn’t care less about finding a soulmate, or anyone to date, really. I can respect that. Some days, I completely regret getting that tattoo. If only I had known what I would do as a job. I would be way better off without knowing.

But it’s too late.

 CHAPTER 2 - The Attack

“So, do you ever wonder who has the other half of your tattoo?” said Faheema, breaking my moment of thinking about it. He usually never brings up the subject, which raises up the question: What if he can read my mind? This would be highly unlikely.

“-Nope, I say casually. And I don’t want to talk about it.

-Right, teenage mistake, sorry.” apologized Faheema.

He then went back to staring at the space before us, being the co-pilot he is. It was a good thing he spoke, though, because I really needed to be brought back from my thoughts. I stretch and say: “Take the commands; I’ll go for a quick walk.” He nods and takes my seat as I go outside the cockpit. I walk around aimlessly a bit and find Aethull in the kitchen, experimenting with food from my home world. He basically takes whatever he can find and tries to make them taste good together. Sometimes it works; sometimes it’s a complete disaster. I’m sure he’ll become a great cook for this spaceship someday.

After talking with him a bit, I go back to the cockpit and take back the commands. Then I notice something odd.

“-Have you been monitoring the radar? I ask, as I spot something following us on the screen of the device.

-No, why- oh. Faheema says, looking over. Um... It’s probably nothing?

-Let’s hope so.”

We continue our route but the thing following us still appears on the radar. Sometimes it stays back, sometimes it gets closer. It’s clearly not attacking, but not abandoning us that easily.

After a while, it gets really close. Then the attack begins. A first impact hits our ship and Aethull comes rushing in the cockpit.

“-WE’RE BEING ATTACKED, alarmingly screams Aethull.

-THANKS, CAPTAIN OBVIOUS.” I answer as I try to navigate away from this ship.

A second impact, this time more damaging than the last. Alarms start going off, but nothing life-threatening... except our fuel and electricity levels going down. They hit the tanks. They easily catch up and I know. I realize. They’re pirates. They’re going to board our ship. Something hits our ship, but doesn’t damage it.

That’s our signal

“Find a weapon to fight back. We got pirates attached to the ship.”

Both Aethull and Faheema nod and storm off to find something. Sure, this ship isn’t for attack or boarding, but it can’t be empty of weapons, right? Meanwhile, I go to my quarters and find the laser gun I first brought. I can hear more alarms everywhere, and lights go on and off. I creep silently around, waiting to find and attack those pirates.

Then I feel something hit my head and I fall to the ground, unconscious.

 CHAPTER 3 - The Alternate View

Knim rounds them up.

“-Is this it? I ask.

-Uh... yep, they answer, unsure if it’s a bad thing or not.

-Only three of them? I ask again

-Yeah.

-Shit, this’ll be easier than I thought.”

While waiting for them to wake up, I look around this ship. Classy, but not extremely modern. It could sell well. I also look at the crew members. There seems to be an android and a human, but the other? Probably an hybrid of some sort. Only the human has a wrist tattoo but don’t really care about looking at it. I also have one, and it seems sarcastic as fuck: “Oh, no, totally not...”

“-Actually, Knim, how hard did you hit them? It’s taking long.

-Um... w-well, they start, nervously.

-I’m just joking, I could wait for an eternity, for all I fucking care. I just want to ask them a few questions, or just intimidate them. Who the fuck cares.”

After a few hours, they started to finally wake up. The last one to awaken was the human.

“-Bet you didn’t see that coming, I say.

-Oh, no, totally not... we didn’t see you follow us for hours...” says the human sarcastically.

Then it hits me like a fucking train. I quickly look at the human’s tattoo.

“Hmph.”

I look at Knim, signaling I want to talk to them privately. Once we’re out of this room, I start talking like crazy.

“-Holy shit Knim we have matching tattoos I mean their phrase is quite common but combined with mine? Holy fuck Knim we just captured them, they can’t be my soulmate, that’s fucked up.

-Wait... are you sure? Enquires Knim.

-Well the phrase written on their wrist clearly was the first one I said to them, and the phrase on mine clearly was the first one they said to me!

-Hm... It’s possible! I mean- uh... unless it’s not what you want to hear? Then it’s imp-

-Holy fuck Knim, have you seen them? A fucking hot mess, that’s what they are.

-If... you say so?

-Fuck yes, I say so. Um. Ok, I need to calm down, I say, taking a deep breath. I still need to ask them questions.”

We both go into the previous room and I know. I know the robot heard something. I can see it in their sensors. I doubt they told anyone, though, because the two others look partially defiant, partially scared. I sit on a chair and try to focus on something else than their smug look.

“-So. What is this ship for? I ask calmly.

-For none of your business, says the human.

-Please, try to cooperate. It’ll be way easier this way.

-It’s for research and alien knowledge development,” says the robot, looking straight at me.

The human sends them a sharp look, and the robot only stares back smugly.

“-Ah. Thank you very much for your collaboration. See, I thought about something, I start. We’re at war with the Aegis Council and-

-We won’t collaborate with you pirates, says the human, sharply and direct.

-Let me finish first, I continue. We’re at war with the Aegis Council and we only need a bit of information about some alien species. Nothing serious, we’ll contact you when needed. Also, you won’t get attacked by pirate ships anymore, throughout the whole galaxy. Is that a deal?

-No- starts the human.

-Yeah, deal, cuts off the robot.

-What the fuck, Faheema?

-Well, it’s a good deal. I don’t see why you’d oppose to that. We get immunity from pirates simply from doing the job we’re supposed to do.

-Yeah, Alex, starts the hybrid. It’s not bad, it’s actually very good. If the only reason you don’t want to do it is because you’re intimidated, that’s fine, but we still gotta do it.

-I’M NOT- Urgh, fine. Let’s do it, says the human (who’s apparently called Alex)

-Good! I say. Since we’ll be working together, my name’s Kai. Kai Morgan. My second-in-command is Knimsoeo Toxxarc, but call them Knim.”

I look at Knim for them to undo the bonds of our former prisoners while the others introduce themselves.

“-I’m Faheema, says the robot.

-And I’m Aethull, adds the hybrid.

-...And I’m Alex, captain of this ship. He’s my co-pilot, he says, pointing at Faheema, then pointing at Aethull, he adds, and he used to be our prisoner. So do we just-

-Did you find your soulmate? I mumble.

-I’m sorry, what? asks Alex.

-What? Oh yes. I’d need your number- I mean- The number for the station you use so we can contact you.”

While they’re giving me the information, I look at Faheema. I know he knows and he knows I know. I approach him.

“-Faheema, could we talk in private for a moment, I try to say as menacingly as possible.

-Why can’t we do it here? he asks, smiling like a child.

-No, I say sharply. Come on.”

We go in the next room.

“-Promise me you won’t tell him, I almost plead.

-Tell him what? says Faheema, still trying to look clueless.

-Come on, I know you know. Luckily, he still hasn’t picked on the clue yet and it’s a damn miracle. I don’t want him to find out just yet.

-Hm... alright.

-Promise.

-I promise

-Thanks,” I finally say.

We go back in and me and Knim finally go back in our ship and leave theirs.

 CHAPTER 4 - The Clue

“Hey, Alex, don’t feel too down, it was a good deal.”

Alex stares at me and then looks back at the glass.

“-Hey, I know you don’t want to talk about them but uh... I noticed the pirate captain had a tattoo, I say.

-So? he asks. Lots of people get a tattoo.

-I know... I just thought it was interesting. I didn’t think pirates would even get one.

-Maybe he got it as a teen, or before he became a pirate, for all I care.

-I also noticed he tried to ask for your number?

-He clearly meant the ship station number.

-Are you sure?

-Faheema, what do you want to get at?

-Nothing! I’m just pointing stuff out. I’m not telling you anything important, just details I can’t help but notice.

-Hey, what did he talk about when you were alone?

-Oh, you know business stuff. Just... business.

-Alright.”

That’s it? He still won’t get the fucking clue? Does he pretend not to know only to piss me off or is he really that clueless about love? I’m a robot, not supposed to feel any emotion, for the gods’ sake! I thought humans we’re full of emotions and all, but apparently I’m less clueless than the one sitting next to me.

Then, suddenly, he looks down at his wrist. He looked and knows this line, but he still looks at it.

“FUCK.”

Finally. He realized. I knew he couldn’t be that clueless.

“-Sorry, but what the fuck did you say his tattoo was?

-I didn’t mention it, I say slowly, but it was ‘Oh, no, totally not-’

-HOLY FUCK FAHEEMA WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME DIRECTLY GODS HOW COULD I BE SO BLIND!”

Aethull storms in, clearly disturbed.

“-I heard... screaming? What’s happening?

-He realized Kai was his ‘soulmate’, I whisper in his ear.

-Holy shit. Really?”

I nod and look back at Alex. He’s clearly having a mental breakdown.

“-It’s not that bad, you know?

-What the fuck do you mean.

-Well they could be really ugly or be really shitty, but instead you got this kinda-awkward pirate dude.

-Yeah, adds Aethull. I mean, he’s kinda hot, I can’t deny that.”

Alex glares at the both of us.

Hey, at least he got the clue.

[hoshitotsuki]

(hoshi note: brace yourselves it’s gonna be long)

OKAY SO 

 BIJ I FEEL HONORED TO DO DIS IM LAUGHING AND CRYING OMFG

OKAY ANYWAYS PLS INCLUDE THAT BCS I AINT GUNNA MAKE A LONG ASS PARAGRAPH IN ONE MESSAGE U KNOW ME

OKAY SO

I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOUR WONWOO OR TALK TO HIM OR WHAT SO EVER BUT BISH I KNOW U GOT A WONWOO SO

CONGRATULATIONS AND CELEBRATION

AND I FORGOT THE RETS OF THE LYRICS COUGHS PARDON ME

HAPPY 2ND MONTH TOGEDA??????? BIJ U TWO HAS GONE THRU 2 MONTHS OF SUFFERING TGT AND THATS SOMETHING

I HOPE THE MONTHS IN 2 MONTHS WILL BE SMTH MORE LIEK YEARS OR CENTURIES OR DECADES OR SMTH IDK

ITS GUD ITS GUD I HOPE Y'ALL STAY LOYAL IN THIS RELATIONSHEEP AND KEEP IT LONG AND STEADY AND NOT BORING OFC

AND WONWOO MA MAN WE HAVE NEVER MET BEFORE BUT HOSHI SAID UR STRESSED LATELY

SO BRUH I WONT TELL U TO NOT BE STRESSED BCS I AM TOO BIJ WE R IN THIS TGT

OMFG ACE IS HERE NVM IMMA CONTINUE THIS LATER (3 hours later)

IMMA CONTINUE IT

OKAG SO WONWOO BRO

IDK WHAT MAKES U STRESSED AND ALL BUT BIH IF ITS SCHOOL OH MY GOD SLAPS YUH

SCHOOL SUCKS RITE I FEEL U FUCK EVERYTHING ABT SCHOOL TBH BUT IT WILL PASS EVERYTHING WILL PASS AND IT WILL BE OKAY AGAIN JUST DO YOUR BEST ITS OKAY NOT EVERYONES A GENIUS SO ITS OKAY TO TAKE YOUR TIME AND SHIT

IF ITS ABOUT WORK FUCKING GDI TRUST ME I RELLE FEEL U BCS I WENT THRU THIS FRUSTRATING SHIT DAYS AGO BUT I TOOK A BREAK AND IM OKAH AGAIN YA A AAY

JUST REST YOURSELF GUVE YOURSELF A BREAK

MONEY CAN BE EARN AGAIN BUT YOHR MENTAL HEALTH IS MORE IMPORTANT SO YEAH TAKE A BREAK U BIJ

IF ITS ABOUT SMTH ELSE THEN I CANT THINK ABT ANYTHIGN ELSE RN BCS IM HUNGRY AND ITS HARD TO THINK WHEN UR HUNGRY OKAY BUT DUDE ITS OKAY

U GOT HOSHI U GOT YOUR FRIENDS U GOT YOUR FAMILIES AND NOW U GOT ME LIEK HIT ME UP ANYTIME OGHEI LIFE IS A BITCH BUT UT WONT IF U DECIDE TO JUST HAVE FUN WITH IT

UR PROBABLY AT THE BOTTOM RN BUT U WILL BE ON TOP AGAIN IN NO TIME

it will pass and it will be okay again, it is okah to worrying abt things and be sad and be stressed but dont overthink abt it and just INHALE  EXHALE OGHEI

U GON BE ALRITE

AND ITS YOUR 2ND MONTH ANNIVERSARY GDI HAVE FUN

U R BLESSED WITH A SMOL CUTE BOYFWIEND AND U WENT THRU 2 MONTHS WITH HIM THATS GUD GUD GUD

HUGS BOTH OF YUH HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MY FWIENDS I HOPE U WILL HAVE A BLESSED RELATIONSHIP AND LOTS LOTS LOOOOTS OF KIDS

I AM SO READY TO BE AN UNCLE PLS GIVE ME A GURL TYVM

OH OH AND AINT NO RELATIONSHIP IS PERFECT SO ITS OKAY TO FIGHT

TBH A RELATIONSHIP WITHOUT A FIGHT OR A MINI ARGUMENT IS SO BORING???? LIEK WTF BIJ WYD SO YE ITS OKAY TO FIGHT SOMETIMED JUST MAKE SURE UT DOESNT GO OVERBOARD AND SHITS

SO YE

HAPPY

I THINK THATS ALL

ANNIVERSARY

BITCHES

- @stolenpiece