#aka the oc i couldn’t help but create

[the-travelling-witch]

WHOS WHO WHO IS WHO WHO CAN I MARRY UR OM OCS ARE BREATH TAKING AND I CANT WAIT TO READ MORE ON THEM I LOVE THEM (THEIR BEAUTIFUL AND TALON DID CONE OUT AMAZING)

[re: this post]

they’re in chronological order!!

there’s dantalion

there’s valefar

and then there’s… yeah who is this guy anyway?

thank you for liking them!! they’re so precious to me <3

[trevination]

sink to black from blue (a marlie drabble)

(for those sadly uninformed, marlie is micah foster/charlie torres-moore aka trevor & josh’s greaser characters who are basically our ocs <3) (just scroll the #marlie tag on my blog lmao

inspired by this post! canon universe, post-rumble! shout out to @elisadoreyou & @wassupmygays creating these guys with u have been so fun omg

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Micah winced at the alcohol sting. The cut on his temple was nasty, probably could use a stitch or two. The thought was almost funny ‘cause he sure as hell didn’t have enough money to afford stitches. It’d leave a tough scar. Good.

“I said I’m fine, okay? This ain’t my first rumble,”

Charlie’s face was pinched tight, lips pressed in a thin line. He was kneeled in front of the toilet, where Micah was leaned over himself. One hand on Micah’s knee with his thumb rubbing back and forth.

He hissed at the next sting. It did nothing for his bitch of a headache.

The rumble did a number on him, he’ll admit it. He could hold his own fine — more than fine. And he did— but those football Socs could throw a hard punch. It made something rough boil in the pit of his stomach.

“Don’t care. You shouldn’t go out getting all hurt like this.”

It felt like a stab to his pride. He’s been doing this for seventeen years— yearly eighteen. He can handle himself. He don’t need taking care for.

“I fight, Charlie, that’s what I’ve always fucking done. I don’t need a babysitter,” He bit it out in quick barks. Everything felt red and hot.

“That’s not—”

“I’ve done this a million times alone—” He tried to swat the bottle out of Charlie‘s hand, but Charlie pulled away quick. It just made him madder. “And I don’t need someone to fucking lick my wounds for me.”

“That‘s not what I’m trying to do!” Charlie snapped back. Blood rushed in Micah’s ears. He could feel the anger on face through heat and the strain on his scraps. It burned

“It fucking feels like it,”

“I’m trying to help, okay?”

Micah couldn’t even process the sweep of desperation in Charlie’s tone before the dam burst.

“I don’t need help, damn it!” He was too loud, he was gonna wake the kids up. Fuck. “I’ve been out in Tulsa my whole damn life, and y'know who looked out for me? No one. I sure as hell don’t need someone to act like I’m some baby! You weren’t out there fighting with me so you can fuck off trying to help now!”

He knew he didn’t mean the words as soon as he said ‘em. Charlie didn’t need to fight in that rumble. He didn’t think he wanted him to. That night was ‘bout the bloodiest night that he’d seen in a long time. He gets why. Ponyboy and Johnny Cade’s face are still circling the papers every morning, calling for their arrests. Those Socs aren’t letting ‘em go for nothing.

He didn’t want Charlie caught up in that at all.

The blood in his ears and pounding in his head was so loud, Charlie had to squeeze his knees for Micah to realize he’d been talking.

His jaw was set hard and his eyes were so damn sure. But trying to get through a brick wall with words did nothing. Something inside of Micah ached. Was that all he was now?

“I ain’t a fighter, Micah,”

He swallowed hard. He hadn’t met what he said. “I don’t need you to be one, Char. You just—”

“No, look, I— I don’t get this fighting stuff. I wasn’t raised with it, I’ve never fought a fight like— like that shit in my life, okay? That’s not ever in the cards. I’m useless right now and seeing you all beat and bruised makes me feel sick or somethin’. I gotta…” He swallowed thickly and the frustration on his face broke into something raw. His breath trembled. “I gotta do something to help. I can’t fight and I care about you so—”

They both paused at the confession. Charlie’s brown eyes were wide and Micah was sure his were too.

What’s been going on between ‘em hasn’t necessarily been left unaddressed, but it’s been left unspoken. They both know. It’s obvious as hell to the both of ‘em. It hasn’t been spoken not because of fear, but survival.

“I know,” Micah whispered, almost a croak. Hope sparked to life in Charlie’s eyes. “I do, too, I…”

He didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know what he could say without crossing some unspoken line.

Micah has only focused on the important things— his family and their survival. That’s the whole point of his fighting, his work, his life. He’s never wanted. Not like this. Not in such a selfish, indulgent way that feels like something stabbing through his heart.

Nothing else could be said from him.

Charlie smiled tentatively. There was something fragile in the air.

“Just let me do this.” He whispered. “For me. Seeing you like this all alone makes my heart feel like it was in that rumble, too.”

Charlie’s eyes practically pleaded with his resolve. He wanted to shut the door in his face and gasp through the pain and slip into bed next to his siblings and pretend like nothing hurt until he couldn’t anymore. He was used to being alone. What was one more night?

But another part, something so deeply pushed down, he barely even knew it was there— longed. For Charlie’s smile, his touch and soft hands on his face, his lips on his head, whispered words only the two of them knew. It was a terrible part of him but Charlie didn’t care.

So. Against all his seventeen years of fighting, Micah let his wall break down and he nodded.

“Thank you,” He croaked. He wasn’t going to cry, but the emotion was there all the same.

Charlie’s smile was gentle, so sure, so caring. He could tell Micah all the world would be fine and he’d believe him. He picked the bottle of alcohol up off the floor and raised a hand to Micah’s cheek.

His palm was soft. It just grazed against his face, but for once, Micah let himself lean into the touch until Charlie’s hand cupped his cheek. Charlie rubbed a thumb over his cheekbone. His dark eyes reflected the bathroom lights.

God, Charlie could break open Micah’s every defense and he doesn’t even know if he could put up a good fight.

“Thank you,” Charlie whispered back into Micah’s eyes. His lips parted— and he picked up the wash rag.

[ay0nha]

LIFE IS BUT A DREAM | SHANKS (OPLA)

SUMMARY: You had done unspeakable things, figuring it was an acceptable way to siphon your affection. You were young and blinded by false idolization. Shanks chose to see the best in you, even now, even after everything. He, too, was blinded by an image of you that hadn’t changed since you were young. 

PAIRING: OPLA!Shanks x f!reader (Gold D. Roger's daughter)

WORDS COUNT: 3K~

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, enemies to lovers, jail, talk of death and things related, morally grey reader, ANGST, RUSHED ending, flowery language, injuries, blood, murder, random ocs (aka fictional villains inserts), idk really what the plot is besides just straight angst lol, etc.

A/N: I got a couple of Shanks requests, so I combined them all as they were very similar. Thank you SO much to @wood-white-writer for inspiring my reader and helping me along, and @togenabi for entertaining my rambling! I'm begging you to go check out their fics because they are *divine*. Enjoy.

The waves that thrust against the coast lulled you into a meditative state. It made the time pass with uncertainty. Even the briny smell of the warm breeze cradled you in a way that pulled the weight from your shoulders. 

You never thought jail to be so idyllic. 

It was tempting to postpone your escape for a bit longer; there were only so many opportunities to stretch your spine and rest.  Yet, your left eye twitched, warning you your premonition was soon to be true. 

It was on the simpler side, a vision of dark shadows intentionally elusive. The bars that separated you from the world were bent, promising damage from the strength that wasn’t your own. You knew he was coming. It was sooner than you thought, but you learned long ago that your foresight would never be reliable.

It favored him over you. 

When you were younger, you thought you were crazy, seeing apparitions or former lives. However, as years passed, familiar faces began to fill your vision, showing truths you became excited to fulfill. But they became warped with opposing desires and reverberating fear wreathed with vindication. 

It made things sour and sore. It allowed trouble to seek you out just to be ill-prepared for your counter. It wasn’t bravery that energized you, nor was it skill.  Pure spite drove you to be the worst of all. 

“On your feet.”

The serenity you had slipped through your fingers like warm sand. The guard repeated his command, using force to pull at the chains connecting your limbs. You couldn’t help but smile at what he thought was a punishment. 

“Rumor has it, you’re hot shit.” The guard scoffed, voice echoing the dripping hallways.  The way he trailed your body exposed his lust.  “They’re not wrong by the looks of it…” 

The guard’s weak come-ons warbled in your ears like a white noise. You used the moment to fulfill a repeated daydream. That liminal space presented your strength as you pulled your chains around the guard’s neck until there was no longer resistance. 

The conversations were typically cyclical, feigned disinterest to disguise the anxiety your proximity created or those whose egos convinced they could charm you. You stopped paying attention to the rumors the more embellished they became. To some, you were a mercenary; to others, a frenzied psychopath.  

The only truth they held was how deliberately unrestrained you were willing to be. There was no rhyme or reason behind it; at least you were close to convincing yourself of that. Regardless, it had gotten you far, the only thing you’d even consider reliable. 

“You hear something?” The guard perked, pulling you harshly toward him. How brave of him to use me as a shield, you thought. Your attention returned when it sounded again, “Shit!— 

The bang was loud—time had bested you. 

You were lucky to recognize the canon’s whistle and use the commotion to regain an advantage. The current reality had yet to become your destiny. If you moved quickly enough, you wouldn’t have to catch your death in such a dilapidated place. 

Maneuvering your body unnaturally, you felt for the knife hidden on your thigh. The guard was panicking despite training not to split on whether to keep his eyes on you or the trouble you unknowingly caused. 

Using his momentary stupor, your chains wrapped tightly around his throat. It was better than any dream to feel the way the air caught in his body, never to be released. Any lingering struggle stopped when your knife found an artery. 

The blood sputtered, feeling warm against your hands. It was messy, but its carnality evoked an almost erotic sensation that was inimitable. Plenty felt power connected to the strength it took to take away something vital. It corrupted them and blinded them from the true potentiality of the action. 

It made life seem like nothing more than overflowing fragility. It was well-known time with the world and sea was limited, and eventually, everyone would end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. There was a purposeful lack of originality there solely due to fear of change. 

Yet, when one danced with death, you became the music.

You wiped your fingers across your neck, rubbing the tight knots that met at your shoulders. The fresh blood would stain your skin, but you craved a performance. You readied yourself for the approaching marine boots. The staging was almost too believable, but every second was convincing. 

“Fuck. Fuck—” The words tumbled from your quivering lip. You couldn’t think of anything else, repeating the curse. You smeared the blood on your shirt, a mindless move to rid yourself of taking someone’s life. “Help me, please. This man—I don’t—he came after me—the others are still back there, they’ll be here any moment—I didn’t know what to do—

“Still with the theatrics, eh?”

Your crocodile tears ceased to stream down your cheeks. The feigned, horrified expression turned into an unearthed fury. Shame on you for missing the stray red hairs at the nape of the guard’s neck. 

“Shanks.” You greeted dryly. “You’re early.” 

It was hard for Shanks to meet your eye. He was far from intimidated, but the wild look in your eyes made him hesitate. The years had been kind to you as if you traded your soul for youth. But it was a foolish thought that the devil would be so naive to make a deal with you. 

“Was that necessary?” Shanks nodded to the man behind you. 

“And I thought the canons were a bit excessive.” You tutted as if your opposing opinions were trivial. “And yet here we are…”

“Love—

You hadn’t believed in love, and you were ready to carry that grudge—until him. It wasn’t proper love, proving your skepticism in the emotion correctly. But it was the closest you’ve ever been, could ever be. 

You had done unspeakable things, figuring it was an acceptable way to siphon your affection. You were young and blinded by false idolization. Shanks chose to see the best in you, even now, even after everything. He, too, was blinded by an image of you that hadn’t changed since you were young. 

“Let’s get this on with,” You stopped him, moving swiftly to feel the body below you for anything valuable. “Tumole gave me up, then? That’s how you found me? Bastard.”

You smiled at the image: Shanks holding the poor man upside down, kindness still in his threats to find you. Violence was never necessary with Tumole, always one to ramble away anyone’s secret for safety. However, it was as though you subconsciously left a clue, but you knew the crumbs Shanks found weren’t worth it. 

“You really wasted your crew’s time on me...” You stood, pulling your neck until it popped. It had been a while since you had a one-on-one with Shanks, but you knew he’d always pull his punches. “Must really be desperate—

“I won’t fight you.” He tracked your posture. Your exterior was calm, but with every twitch calculated, you were nearing rabid. “It’s not worth it.”

“Tell me, then, what I’m worth to you, Shanks?” You taunted. It was obvious what he wanted to say: saving. His emotion was always his weakness. 

His pause was intentional, stalling of sorts to let the exchange sink in. Standing under Shanks ' gaze, your body had a new form of reprieve. A facade wasn’t necessary, but you weren’t willing to lose more of yourself to another. 

Your anger dissipated into a haze. It pulled a frown from Shanks as your breathing steadied only to slow. The harder you blinked, the more you forgot your argument. Even if you had held onto it, the lump in your throat wouldn’t allow it to exist. 

Shanks’ lips shaped your name, but all you could hear was a mild ringing, a buzz. His step forward elicited an instinct to step back. 

“Don’t—” You spat. Your left arm was like static, numb from the shoulder down, an ironic consequence of dismissing your opposite. “—fucking touch me.” 

Your vision was the last to go, allowing you to watch yourself crumble; your knees locked, and the palm of your hands broke your fall, exposing how blood pooled from your arm. When did that happen? It had nothing to do with pain tolerance or adrenaline; you were distracted by your vision, doing what you could to change its form. 

However, your effort was useless to make sense of it. You read it wrong; forgetting things such as foresight was rarely linear. As the world around you closed in, clouding your vision, you realized the open bars weren’t an entrance to your cell. Rather, it was the exit Shanks carried you through with success. 

You were never destined to win. 

—

The dream always teased you with muddled memories.  

They always started the same, a mirrored image of the room you grew up in. Only a few feet separated the sacks the headmistress would call your beds. Your fingertips felt the scratchy fabric of the cheap blankets. 

When the dreams first began, you believed they were real, that you’d never left the dormitory of the dingy children’s home. But the feeling of the monochrome bedding was always wrong, your dream never quite getting the textures correct.  So, there was no room for nostalgia. 

It was as if you were stuck in a loop, hand rhythmically gliding across the bedding in hopes of softening it.  It was neither tranquil nor eerie. Its structure was that of a fever dream, its kaleidoscope quality provoking you to interpret it.  

Its symbolization didn’t go past you, but it always felt uninvolved—superficial even. At the time, your child wonderment knew no difference between the life you had and the life you were meant to exist in. 

As any child did, you dreamed of silks and decadent food. Candies and luxuries. You dreamed of family and warmth. Hope drove those fantasies, but there was no point in clinging to hope when you found out you weren’t wanted. 

Gol D. Roger. Pirate King. The name circled every coastal town and seeped into every deep forest. His mirth was enviable, and his skill indomitable. You wanted to hold indifference toward him, but every bounty you saw enamored you. He made hope seem regainable. 

You looked down at your hand, seeing your hand change shape with each slow swipe across the bed. Your slender fingers became older, calloused. Experienced. Moving to see the palm, you saw the lifeline had ended and an elaborate red sleeve scratched at your—Gol D. Roger’s—wrist. 

You flinched as if you were burnt. You wanted to rid yourself of the attachment by any means. But it didn’t matter when your blood was intertwined. There was no escaping your lineage, your father. 

The longer you lingered with the feeling, your surroundings slowly morphed. A wind picked up but hadn’t raised chills across your arms—not yet. You wanted to stretch now that your hand became your own again. 

However, a sway lulled you into your environment. The ships were always different,  never ones you recognized. You’d like to praise your brain’s creativity, but you knew you’d step foot on every deck at some point in life. If you were smart, you would have noted each and every one. It was hard to when the horizon seemed so…

“The tide is strange…” You hummed. Although your voice vibrated in your chest, it felt delayed, like an echo of someone else. 

A hand trailed your spine with warmth. Goosebumps littered your body. You hadn’t thought to fight them, knowing the touch belonged to someone who put far too much faith in you. 

“Am I finally rubbing off on you?” Shanks matched your hum, creating more serenity than you could handle. It was purposeful to calm you and invite you in. 

“No, no…” You echoed again, shaking your head. Shanks continued with his charm, making promises that the sea and he could fulfill. However, your eyes didn’t leave the shore, the tide much more vast than you’ve ever seen. “...no, there’s—There’s something changing it.” You paused, nausea hitting you boldly. “...someone…maybe? Don’t you feel that?”

Another laugh, more hollow than the last. You had yet to face Shanks, only trusting his touch. It started to burn when you finally turned to him. He was physically present, but his eyes were vacant as if a copy of himself. 

“Love, just try and relax.” His smile was plastered, almost painfully. “Nothing's wrong anymore. Nothing will change—

You frowned. “Shanks—

“She won’t hurt us.” Shanks caught you in his hold. You finally understood the deception and recognized the wolf in sheep’s clothing. “She gave me her word.”  

—

You jolted awake.

The image wasn’t explicit, but it made you squirm; your back arched against the deck’s railing until your fingertips touched the waves below. You never sunk or floated, but you breathed in the water and felt it swallow you whole with a salty taste. 

Your chest was tight, careful not to suck in your breath too quickly. Despite still being bleary-eyed, you knew you weren’t alone. You knotted your fingers in the bed’s fabric to ground you. The room's scent reminded you to breathe before succumbing to your subconscious torture again. 

“You alright?” Shanks called from the deepest corner of the room. He was swift to strike a match to see your condition for himself. 

The candlelight illuminated the gauze that nurtured your stiff arm. Shanks reprimanded you slightly as you pushed yourself up. Shanks knew you well, understanding that you were already seeking an escape from whatever plagued you. The look in your eye told him you would run regardless of a purpose.  

“What did you see?” His voice remained calm, tone unwavering with vigilance. 

“I didn’t.” Your defiance was your only form of defense on his ship. 

Slight relief came from how Shank’s eyebrow dared to twitch with frustration. It meant he was real. Your blood pumped slower at the unorthodox respite. You continued to move, to stand despite your sore body. Shanks was still blocking your way to the door, but you paced lightly to rid yourself of the jitters. 

“You can talk to me.” Shanks knew you were frazzled, and he was determined to coax the cause out of you. “I understand why you’re—

“Daddy dearest has nothing to do with this.” You hissed, hating the assumption. “Don’t you understand there was a reason your beloved captain left me to rot all those years ago? When will you learn to do the same?”

Shanks didn’t lack sympathy for you, but he understood why your father chose to keep you away from the life that proved only to hurt you. Shanks intended to keep the promise he made to you before you learned it was by the instruction of your father. 

“I gave my word.” Shanks countered. His word choice made you flinch, your dream still fresh. He softened to repeat himself. “I gave my word to keep you safe. This has nothing to do with —

“Safe with a pirate, eh?” You scoffed, picking up what was most likely a stolen treasure. You held no qualms with his lifestyle, but you refused the overlap Shanks wanted to share. “That’ll be the fucking day.”

You felt a needle of pain in your nose like you were near tears, the guilt settling the bile in your throat. The game of cat and mouse was getting old. It was a facetious argument you used for distraction. The bravado you held was angry and vengeful. 

“I know you’ve heard the rumors…” Shanks sighed as if his strategy to coax a conversation out of you backfired. “Cain is spreading out, searching for you. She won’t stop this time.”

You dropped the small object of treasure back into its place. Any emotion was swallowed and digested. There was little energy left to pretend to argue. You needed to leave the room before you suffocated. Shanks wouldn’t block if you tried. 

You lingered, waiting for him to spit out the obvious.  “Look, I know you saw her— 

“I felt her.” Your expression, even mixed with vulnerability, was composed with passivity. Your composure could fool most, but to a trained eye, your discomfort was obvious.

Your admission was desperate, breaking a tension that had filled the air. You wouldn’t crumble. You tried to hold it in, breathing evenly to suppress any sobbing urge. It was neither the time nor the place for added emotion.

“I need to know the full story.” He replied thoughtfully. 

He mistook his demeanor for bravery, but his true bravery formed by being across from you. The only barrier seemed to be Shanks’ incorruptible moral code, a space where you couldn’t quite freely exist.

You wanted so badly to trust him. You sought his comfort. The feeling felt foreign, so you prickled. 

“You already know how it ends. What does the rest matter?” You always leaned on pessimism. “I want nothing to do with this. With her.”

“I’ll be beside you the entire time,” Shanks promised, voice low and steady, reflecting his sincerity. You could make out the warmth he was willing to share, but you couldn’t accept it wholly.

“And my interests?”

Shanks’ expression fell slightly at your evasive rejection. “It depends on where they lie.”

In an ideal world, you’d like to think you and Shanks could be friends. Frankly, though, his compassion made you nauseous. Or maybe it was nerves. The feeling was always hard for you to distinguish. You wished the way he looked at you would warm your chest, but it only reminded you of how that was another impossibility.

Although you were still present, Shanks watched you flee. Your guard returned stronger, but he didn’t regret his words. Shanks’ eyes were pleading, and you went to chastise him, but you found something distinct there. 

You didn’t know what to do with it, but to muse a buried thought. "...Empathy will get you killed, Shanks.”

“Then, I am a dead man walking.”

[strawberryshortcake1495]

Introducing a GF OC!!! 💚⚔️

So this is Artemis Pines, aka Agent Nemesis. She’s Ford’s little immortal daughter, well technically. I have a lot to explain. 2 years before meeting Bill, Ford was experimenting with different types of chemicals and he created something called Remnant and with it, came a strange chemical mystery taking the form of a human baby. Ford named the baby Artemis and decided to raise her all alone in the shack so nobody would ever know of her existence. When Artemis was 4 years old, Ford decided it was finally time to start testing. He took blood samples (which still traumatizes her to this day), checked the color of her hair, but then began the dark days. Ford started straight up putting her against the different anomalies of Gravity Falls to test her strength and that was how he learned she was immortal. Things got worse for poor baby Artemis when Ford started to forget to feed her and she couldn’t even remind him because he locked her away in a secret room after each test (that and she was still developing speech skills). Whenever she managed to escape, all he’d do was yell at her and put her back using brute force. But then Fiddleford came into the picture, and he was practically everything Ford was not. He was kind, friendly, and was actually concerned about Artemis’ safety. He always made sure to feed her whenever Ford would forget, and they got into huge arguments over her well-being. Fiddleford was her only friend in that hellhole, but then he disappeared. And then came Stan. She actually met him a couple hours after Ford was sucked into the portal. The lock on her door was growing old and rusty and Stan was leaning on the door and bam! Artemis was okay though. Confused on why there was a random kid here, Stan decided to just let her free into the wild. Artemis gave him one last hug before leaving, letting go of the only sympathy she had for Ford left. She spent the next 2 years wandering the endless forest, surviving off of berries and dead animals. Then one day she was chasing a rat when she came across a human trafficking facility. She was quickly surrounded by a bunch of men and she accidentally killed them all in one quick swoop while trying to escape. When the government raided the facility, they found Artemis all alone and she told them how she killed them off. The agency decided to take her in and train her to be an assassin. Going by the name “Nemesis”, she was now a professional bodyguard of the U.S government. Agent Powers was like a father to her, filling the empty hole in her heart that Ford had created.

Then during NWHS, Agent Powers and Agent Trigger arrive to arrest Stan alongside Artemis. Despite 28 years having passed, she never forgot what Ford did to her. She was cold and snarky to Stan and he recognized her and assumed it was because he left her in the forest but it was far worse than that. As Artemis arrests him, Dipper recognizes her because there was a journal entry about “Project Remnant”. Ford had drawn a detailed picture of the 4-year old Artemis and it matched Agent Nemesis perfectly. Later in the interrogation room, Nemesis quietly tells Stan that if he tries to escape justice, she will kill him. As we know, Stan does escape but not without a bullet in the leg. At the end of ATOTS, Ford offers to help treat the gunshot wound but Stan refuses, telling him he’ll be fine.

And Artemis is mostly absent from the series until Weirdmageddon, where she is among the resistance and she completely ignores Ford’s existence. When Dipper and Wendy reach Mabel’s bubble, it’s Artemis who gently carries Dipper and quickly treats Wendy’s wounds. She’s the one who accompanies them inside Mabeland instead of Soos. In Journal 3, Ford has an entry about trying to make amends with Artemis. She agrees to spend one last day together but after that, they’d never see eachother again. The last day is normal and the first time they’ve done something happy together but Ford wasn’t sure if Artemis’ excited smile was genuine as when night fell she was quick to finish the day. At the end of the entry, Ford explains that last day was 3 months ago. He doesn’t know where Artemis is but he thinks she’s out there somewhere delivering justice with her fellow government agents.

This is what her “immortal” form looks like. Her eyes look like that whenever she’s injured or at the brink of death.

[ooops-i-arted]

Hey! I found your blog the other day because I was salty and looking through fandom opinions to make myself even saltier. You said something about Ahsoka that made me stop dead. I had to read it several times just to be sure and even then I couldn’t believe it. I thought I was alone in not liking Ahsoka - this entire fandom is set on making her out to be this ✨Super Awesome Special Best Girl Who Does Everything Right All The Time✨ and those are literally the only opinions you hear about her. But right from her introduction I didn’t like her. That’s a rant for another time, but I’m just going to leave it at how I’m so confused by her personality. She grew up in the Temple, right? So why is she so Rebellious™��? Why does she wear a crop top and mini skirt? Why’s she so sassy and rude to people? That’s not normal Padawan behaviour no matter what anyone says. They were just trying to find a marketable character for a children’s show and gave her the personality of every Nickelodeon American Teen Protagonist!

Welcome to the fold, new sibling. Have some candy, we like to share here in the Ahsoka Haters Club. >o<

I think you hit the mark on focusing on making her ~relatable to the Youths~ in her intro more than making sense for her character/how a real teenager would act. (Sabine and Ezra felt much more natural to me in that aspect.) I also think part of the issue is something soooo many female characters are forced into - male-dominated fandoms like this tend to be hostile to women (see: Ahsoka's debut period, Rey, Rose, Cara Dune before those types realized the actress was One Of Them, the Kotor fans who are intensely against female Revan or sexualize Mission, etc) so the creator(s) go overboard in trying to make them appealing to that particular loud section of fandom. So Ahsoka wears age- and character-inappropriate clothes*, she's snarky and sassy and "one of the guys." And in this rare case, it worked. She was eventually assimilated. Notice how she's replaced Padme in 99% of official and fandom merch? Padme, a character who is reduced to "sadness" or "fashion icon" (neither as easy to box up and tie with a neat Girlboss bow despite her demonstrated political activism and combat prowess) aka has actual character traits and flaws, reacts to things in a not-always-appealing-to-fandom way but in a way that makes sense for her character, is written to be multifaceted and not just designed to appeal to the common majority? Huh.

(Leia's "she's not a princess anymore she's a general" thing also felt that same way to me and rubbed me the wrong way, but Leia largely escaped Girlbossification because she was already a fully realized character in her own right, and also being created before the internet-style fandom probably helped.)

*Apparently we can lay that at the feet of George "there is no underwear in space" Lucas though. Once Filoni took over Ahsoka started wearing MUCH better outfits. Credit where it's due. (Ripping off Gandalf for your shitty oc still sucks though, let's be clear. But contrast her Rebels and TCW S7 looks with her tube top or cocktail dress for example. And as someone who had boobs about Ahsoka's size at her age, a tube top wouldn't cut it for marching band let alone lightsaber combat. Her first look was AWFUL.)

[cocoawithmarshmallows]

"sanctuary" (rise!future au fic)

"And yet, Leo kept all the frayed leads and speculations. Every hint, every miniscule bit of information that was scrapped, he kept. Leo wrote them down on any paper he could find, gluing and threading the pieces together in a jargoned puzzle. He sorted them out the best he could, trying to create somewhat of a timeline of events, or a map of some sorts.

(Leo couldn’t read a map for his life, but he managed to make it work.)

Three months later, he’d come up with a half baked travel guide and a pipe dream.

He was going to find Junior’s father." -excerpt from chapter one

Set ten years from the initial Kraang invasion, sanctuary follows Leo as he embarks on a cross-country journey West to find the father of an abandoned baby boy, aptly named Junior. With him follows Mayfly, a refugee (and close friend) with a shrouded past of her own.

As these two venture out to find what they seek, the world around them begins to crumble.

aka: the vile love child of a found family fic who got knocked up by a friends to lovers trope who thought the friends to lovers trope was the baby daddy but it turns out that slow burn was the true father all along-

now then, some things to know about my fic:

> i update chapters bimonthly (usually at the beginning and end of the month)

> my fic is 16+ (gore, body horror, slight s3xual content [will be reserved for future fics mostly])

> i enjoy putting motifs in my writing! each fic in the sanctuaryverse has its own. sanctuary's motif is stars/space (my logic was that people have been using stars as a guide for centuries and they're on a journey...trying to find someone, so... :|)

> It is also part of a, wait for it...series!! yippee!! a sequel for sanctuary is my drafts that will likely be released sometime next year.

so...yea, i'm currently working on sanctuary and have been since July of 2023. It has taken me three google docs and 10+ months worth of planning to put this story together (my drive space is crying rn).

idk how to write summaries, but I think it might be a good read! or not you can keep scrolling ig-

but if you are interested, here's a cookie! :D 🍪 and this is where you can read the first chapter:

if you have any curiosities, you can always ask me abt them! the tags on ao3 might help explain the fic a bit better lol. i just didn't want to spoil too much!! :D

(i also enjoy making my ocs kiss so beware 👁️👁️)

thx for reading ily k byeeeeee <3

[5-7-9]

The boat constalations are weird. But instead of summoning three/3 keys (Puppis the ship rear/back 🚢, Carina the ship fin of balance, and Veila the ship sail ⛵️) to form a boat Argo Navis which although is cool sounds tough, how about just combining it all to create a singular celestial boat spirit that has 3 different sentiments just like how gemini is 1 key but technically 2 spirits that combine to do their magic ability. That idea might’ve been easier to digest if canon didn’t make summoning 3 spirits so “difficult” 🙄 Plus I couldn’t figure out what their abilities should be even if they were independent spirits, the only one I could think of is Vela for wind magic, and even then air pump does it better. Maybe Carina can be a good swimmer… I’m at a lost with Puppis

(Pyxis is also a technically a boat piece but it’s easy to keep them as a separate compass type 🧭 like in canon).

This one i thought about for a while because parts of a boat??? Seriously? This is such a sailor thing to do lol. I don’t know anything about boats but it’s clear the stars were named by sailors

The triangle Triangulum and rectangle carpenter square Norma measurment rulers 📏📐 have the same abilities and evenly matched. It’s basically Brandish’s size/mass change of Command T

The crowns. Easily i thought “oh easy, one of them is gonna have the ability to command living being’s bodies to move any way they want.” but then i went through the mythologies and decided there’s options!! Yay! Corona Australis aka the Southern Crown is apparently not a crown crown but a wreath💐🌿 (poison ivy leaves and flowers crown) this entire time! I’m mostly going through the greek mythologies but this is basically Dionysus’s, the god of wine, the thing he’s always wearing, yeah. So yeah, the ability to create wine and manipulate it. Or like that girl that causes stomachaches but instead with drunkenness. Oddly specific element but I’ve heard weirder.

The Northern Crown aka Corona Borealis is an actual crown👑 this time. Apparently, in greek mythology, it’s worn by Ariadne who helped Theseus escape the Labryth maze after killing the bull. So, she gave him the iconic ball of thread (or jewels but i’ve never heard of that before, thanks A.I. 😑). Magic threads are easy for an attack idea sure (my OC also has that), but she’s also the Goddess of mazes. Too situational but she’ll know her way around any mazes. Problem solving plan maker smarty.

[birdo-is-here]

Hello laddies uhhhh the autism won, have a long post containing the world-building for my ocs

First of all, it is MUCH bigger than just one universe. More a multiverse, but it sometimes even goes into other multiverses (not often tho)

It’s like the MCU, but better because its made by me /hj

Anyway, here you will find an EXTREMELY simplified version of the general layout of the multiverse:

Imagine a circle. That is a universe.

Now imagine an infinite number of that circle inside a larger circle. That is a multiverse. Wow!! However, circles do not tessellate, so that leaves some blank space in between the circles. That is called “null space” (very creative, I know)

This is just the layout of The Birdhouse, aka the multiverse we’re focusing on

THE OTHER MULTIVERSES!! AKA THE OMNIVERSE EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE SYNONYMS DONT THINK ABOUT IT

There are many different multiverses with all types of names and shapes that couldn’t possibly be simplified or comprehended by the human mind (or in other words: I don’t wanna draw)

There are an infinite number of multiverses each with their own sets of rules and laws (or lack-there-of). Many have “leaders” of sorts that “run” the multiverse (or make it seem as if they run it, at least)

On occasion you will find Strays who were either born outside of a multiverse or have abandoned their multiverse for whatever reason.

A good example of this would be 3p (my sibling’s character, hello Rebekah), who happens to be a deserter of war (yes war still happens in the omniverse it’s rather sad) and has therefore been kicked from her multiverse. L

Another example would also be one of mine known as Glitch, who was created outside of the multiverses and ended up moving into The Birdhouse. These creatures specifically can be known as Viruses or Parasites, either work rlly

Basically, the best way to simplify ALL of the multiverse/the omniverse is that they cannot be simplified.

You may be asking, are there other Omniverses? Probably! But I will NEVER be looking into that because that overcomplicates things much more than they already are and I also don’t need to need any more infinitesimal anyway!!

THE BIRDHOUSE

Of course, The Birdhouse has a “leader” — or, an Artist/Writer — who is known none other than Birdo (I’d say it’s not me but… it is. There’s no avoiding it, it’s just straight up me but I have an excuse for it and that is the fact that i am the artist/writer of these stories so it works)

However, because there are no rules and shit, The Birdhouse also has Co-Writers/Co-Artists, who are known as Crown and Pan (Believe it or not, they’re not based on anyone I know)

Birdo being the head of the multiverse as well as the original founder, has the most control of the script and story. Crown and Pan have some level of control over the script, but not to the amount Birdo does. They can also get in trouble if they directly go against Birdo’s plans, fun!

Birdo also has control of The Birdhouse’s general defenses, as well as who gets in and out.

Pan’s level of expertise is based on the general concept of “space & time”, and is basically the physical representation of such. He can bend space and time to his will with very little consequence.

Crown’s job is much more personalised, being the personification of just… sentience, ig. I’d say humanity, but it goes much further than just humans! So just… anything with a conscience and soul (that does include plants and allat, btw)

Of course, not everything is run by just these three, they’ve also got some other Helpers to fill in smaller roles, as well as their “children”

The Writers have, as of right now, 7 living children (and 1 “deceased”, but we’ll look into xem later) known as Nightingales.

Birdo has three: Neo, the eldest, and Tali and Novo, who are twins.

Pan has two: Thyme and Speise, with Thyme being slightly older than Speise.

And finally, Crown has two (TECHNICALLYTHREE): Regi, Grimley and Lite (dead :( )

The Nightingales were initially created to help out with the roles of the Writers.

- Neo helps Birdo with the general defenses of The Birdhouse + some general activities

- Tali is in charge of the borders between universes, basically being the weird little creature in the wall between rooms in the house.

- Novo is essentially the multiverse’s garbage disposal and local hazmat suit guy, absorbing rotting universes (we’ll get into those later) before they can infect any others, he has complete control over the Null Space

- Thyme oversees the management and flow of time itself

- Speise oversees the management of space itself

- Regi manages “life” before birth, or beforelife (kinda like the Jerries from Soul)

- Grimley, as opposed to Regi’s job, manages the afterlife (or more specifically, the safe passage to a universe’s respective afterlife)

- Lite, when alive, managed the lives (or lack thereof) of conscient souls (after their death Crown took over this role)

There are also Helpers, who are either:

- Inhabitants of a universe that have been taken out by a Nightingale (normally Neo) and changed both physically and/or mentally to suit the role they have been given.

- Created to suit the role they have been given. These ones are usually much less “human” in many ways, but do still tend to have a touch of humanity to them.

- Examples of Helpers would be: The Therapist, Interviewer, Reporter, Narrator, Cameraman, Gift Giver (hello cjrp community), Delivery Man and the Milkman.

IN-MULTIVERSE UNIVERSES (aka brush-strokes)

Inside the multiverse can be described as nothing other than “organised chaos”

There is an unknown number of universes that are potentially infinite, but nobody really knows. Not even the Writers! (mainly bc I don’t wanna overcomplicate things getting into the probabilities of infinity, so why not make it unknown)

Of course there are alternate universes, however they are a bit separate from other universes.

Let’s picture it like this: Each timeline is a single line headed in one direction. You will not find any AUs on any one timeline, however each AU has its own line/timeline of events.

You can travel across AUs, but it has to be deliberate. You have to be clearly thinking in your head “I want to go to the ___ AU” as you are universe-hopping.

Travelling through universes is surprisingly easy provided you have the right tools/knowledge. Some universes can have a small rip/fracture in reality that allows for easy passage to other universes, others may just need a certain inter-dimensional tool obtained one way or another to universe-hop. A small number may even have just a doorway to the other universe.

If there’s one thing that always happens when travelling, is that the hopper will always AT LEAST catch a glimpse of Tali’s domain (remember what I said about Tali basically being a little creature that lives in your walls?)

Hopping is essentially the equivalent to phasing through your wall to reach another room. Sometimes there are doors to reach the other room as well, but they are EXTREMELY rare. Looking into Tali’s domain is basically the equivalent of briefly seeing the inside of your drywall as you pass through.

Sometimes people may be a little stupid and try to do the universal equivalent of taking a sledgehammer to the wall and breaking it. Using the wall analogy, it doesn’t seem too bad, but this isn’t actually just a wall. It’s the actual confines of reality here, so it doesn’t actually go that well and usually results in all universes affected having to be absorbed by Novo’s Null Space if they aren’t dealt with by Tali and/or Speise soon enough.

If reality is broken beyond repair for one reason or another in a universe, it may start to shatter and break, causing it to become unstable and soon begin to rot. A rotting universe isn’t very good news, as that rot will spread to other stable universes and begin breaking them up too. Fortunately that’s why we have Novo, who manages the rotting universes and absorbs them before they become a liability.

INHABITANTS, + OTHERS

Back to the Nightingales for a moment, they also have some stuff!

In The Birdhouse, there are Proxies of the Nightingales. Proxies don’t do THAT much, they’re basically just representatives for the Nightingales whenever they themselves aren’t there.

Each Nightingale can have up to 3 Proxies (however they usually just keep it at 1) Proxies aren’t mandatory, so some go without having Proxies unless the opportunity strikes. Proxies must be extremely trusted allies of the Nightingales, and must also be members of The Birdhouse only.

Inhabitants tend to get a lot from becoming a Proxy! They get to summon their respective Nightingale on command, are sometimes able to commune with their Nightingale telepathically, and basically earn free protection from some deities.

When Inhabitants find a way to universe-hop easily, they may choose to become something known as a Hopper (so creative, ik), who basically travels the universes for whatever reason they have.

There are also Off-Scripters, who are an EXTREMELY rare group of people/not people who will deviate from the script Birdo has set. They’re generally very annoying to deal with for Birdo, as well as some Helpers such as the Narrator or the Cameraman. These guys are generally extremely self-aware and less serious characters.

There are ALSO also Part-time Off-Scripters, who only SOMETIMES deviate from the script. These guys can be even more annoying for Birdo, because he never knows WHEN they’re gonna fuck shit up for her. They’re also a bit more commonly found than full Off-Scripters, but still very rare.

That’s all I can think of for now! I’ll reblog this with new info or forgotten info over time, but this is the chunk of it :) Also if u have questions feel free to ask

[fuscorooni]

*pulls up a chair and sits Dad-Style to make his presentation*

This be Owen Flynn, aka Goatguy, The Goat of Hub City. He is my most fully fleshed out OC and my special little boy be gentle with him.

He is an insufferable ray of sunshine despite suffering from atypical depression who lives in Hub City of the DC Universe. He’s a human, albeit a metahuman who’s gene was activated after a scientist basically poisoned him in an experiment to prove he could create superpowers. (The scientist was trying to pay off his bookie, but couldn’t produce results fast enough and has gone “missing�� somewhere at the bottom of Lake Michigan.)

Anyways, yes, he has the phenomenal powers of goat and guy! He has above average strength, speed, and agility. He can climb like a motherfucker. He also has what is called Prey Instinct, a pseudo-Spider Sense that doesn’t necessarily tell him what danger is coming, only that SOMETHING is about to happen and he should RUN HIDE COWER (he often has to fight anxiety attacks while superheroing).

Owen’s childhood was fairly average compared to other superheroes. In fact, his parents still live, and are retired down in Florida. They know he is a superhero (“I gave birth to you, you think a gaudy mask is going to hide you from me?!”) and often call him at inopportune times.

If you hand him a poisoned sandwich with malicious intent, his Prey Instinct may warn him something is amiss. Otherwise, his ass is dead, please don’t poison Goatguy he’s just trying to help.

:)

Today’s an OC day. Ask me about my OCs.

[sayuricorner]

Transformers Animated prompt idea: Earth raised bots AU

Next: More Earth Bots

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing.

So some times ago I found this TFA imagine by @yes-i-write-fanfiction about a community of bots raised on Earth by humans in Detroit.

When I saw this imagine/scenario I couldn't resist, I HAD to write a prompt about it.

So here's my prompt idea for a TFA AU: the Earth raised bots AU! ^^

If you want to do something with htis prompt go ahead, just credite me and @yes-i-write-fanfiction in return please! ^^

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So, years ago before the TFA events, bots mysteriously appeared on Earth arround the world.

Those bots were found and adopted by humans and grow up into their new homeworld, completly unaware of their origins.

through the years, the Earth raised bots grew up with their adopted humans families and found out one day about each other existence.

With the help/support of some gouvernment, the Earth bots get together and created a community in Detroit in the USA, while of course keeping in contact with their adopted humans families.

The Earth bots community lived a peacefull existence, until during the year 2058 with the apparition of other bots like them calling themself "Autobots" and "Decepticons" and with them answers to the Earth bots's questions regarding their origins but also new problems with both sides trying to get them involved into their millenial civil war.

AU details:

-The Earth bots community being populate of civil and warframe bots.

-The Earth bots being OCs and transformers characters who didn't appeared in the TFA cartoons.

-Most of the Earth bots having human names.

-The Earth bots when meetings other being like them(A.K.A the Autobots and the Decepticons) were at first curious and excited about meeting others like them and who know where they come from.

-The Earth bots in the Autobots/Decepticons conflict: Neutral

-Earth bots being very annoyed by both sides trying to "recruit" them and trying to turn them against each other because of "warframes, civilframes non-sense".

-The Earth bots don't trust the Decepticons and are extremely wary of the Autobots Council(particuliary of the Elite Guard and of the Autobot Ministery of Science).

-The few Autobots they trust, or kind of trust for some, are Optimus Prime and his team, Jazz and the Jettwins.

-The Earth bots finding the Cybertronians's paranoia toward organics, or at least Earth organics, completely ridiculous.

-Years ago the Earth bots found a bot who lost his memory and who only remember a name "Rung", they took him in and Rung found with time a passion for psychology and became the Earth bots therapist.

-The Autobots and Decepticons wanting to took "custody" of the Earth bots.

-The Decepticons, particuliary Megatron, mostly wanting to took the Earth bots as soldiers for the army but also having conflicting parental instinct toward the Earth bots, particuliary toward the warframes, as they're young bots.

-The Autobots and Decepticons engaging into a wierd sort of "custody battle" against each other while the Earth bots in the background are like "You realize most of us already got families right?".

-The Earth bots taking in bots created because of the Allsparks(aka the Constructicons, Wreck Gar ect...)

-The Earth bots finding Wasp before Blackarachnia could kidnap him and when learning what happened to him decided to give him political asylum, let him stay in safety in the community and give him help to mentally heal.

-Earth bots with human names getting cybertronian names later in the AU but still using their human names with their families.

->Some of the Earth bots characters:

->(If you had other OCs idea that you want to add in the AU go ahead! ^^)

->Jadwiga:

-The oldest of the Earth bots.

-Is the leader/mother figure/sister figure of the Earth bots.

-"Birth date": july 17, 1918 in Poland.

-Was found by a human family from a little village.

-Since she was found during the Feast day of Saint Jadwiga, the human family and the village thought she was a blessing from the saint.

-The human family adopted her and named her "Jadwiga" in reference to the Polish queen of the same name.

-She is a warframe of the same model than Megatron's.

-Got a Polish accent

-Her adopted father came from a family of intellectals and initiate her to art, litterature and music.

-She develop a passion for violin and was taught how to play by her adopted father.

-She crafted herself a violin made of metal of her size to play.

-During WWII, the village and Jadwiga's adopted family hide her so she wouldn't be use as a weapon for the war.

-Find out she can transform and discretely took an alt form from a military aircarft.

-Had helped during WWII a pilot from the polish resistance to fly refugees into safer lands.

-Had saw a lot of wars through human's history.

-After the Earth bots's existence was revealed to humanity in the modern times, Jadwiga also helped into stopping some alien invasions.

-Alt form: Military aircraft

-Is a no-nonsense femme.

-Is team mom/sister.

-Is a pleasant femme who is diplomatic most of the time.

-However can be petty if her bouttons are pushed.

-Is protective toward the others Earth bots.

-Like to play violin in her room.

-Not very fond of playing her violin in public.

-Is a literrature nerd.

-Particuliary like the french romanticism artistic movement.

-Like to humming old polish songs times to times.

->Victor:

-One of the youngest Earth bots.

-"Birth date": february 1st 2000 in the south of France.

-Was found and took in by a human family in Marseille.

-His adopted family named him "Victor".

-Got the Marseillais french accent

-Is a warframe seeker.

-Is a soft spoken and calm mech.

-Doesn't like verbal conflicts nor violence in general and try to avoid them.

-However, despite being a pacifist, he is capable to fight if needed.

-Alt form: a jet

-Like music and dance.

->Fuego:

-One of the youngest Earth bots

-"Birth date": May 10 2000 in Spain

-Was found and took in by a human family.

-His name "Fuego" mean "fire" in spanish in reference to his personality.

-Is a civilframe minibot

-Got a Spanish accent

-Alt form: hatchback car

-Is an hotheaded extrovert and easy going mech.

-Can control fire.

-Since Fuego is a hothead, he tend to easely get into arguments/fights with others.

-Absolutely hate when someone mess with his love ones.

-Is best friend with Victor.

-Both are always saw together with Fuego sitting on Victor's shoulder.

-Try to mess/bully Victor and you will taste Fuego's warth.

-When Fuego get angry for whatever reason, Victor tend to hold him to keep him from getting into a fight while trying to get his best friend to calm down.

-Use capoeira mixed with his fire power to fight.

-Both Victor and Fuego are music and dance buddies.

-The two friends love to spend time into one's or the other's room listening music and dancing together.

-Is one the most, even the most, reckless of the Earth bots.

-Ex: During the last alien invasion which happened years before the begenning of TFA, the Earth bots fought the invaders who were big animal like aliens and Fuego recklessly jumped into one of the creatures's mouth and killing it from inside by using his fire power to burst an hole in the creature's stomach to get out.

-This "little stunt" get Fuego to be dragged by a very irritated Knock Out to the med bay, after the invasion was stopped, been tightly hugged by a tearful Victor who refused to let him go during the whole visit to the med bay, while been lectured by an angry Jadwiga.

->Some Earth bots who are transformers characters who didn't appeared in the TFA cartoon:

->(Warning: Althrough Chromia and Sideswipe were in the Almanac/TFA comics, the AU don't take into account their book/comics's apparitions)

-Knock Out:

-Was adopted by the owner of an Aston Martin cars business in Germany.

-Alt form: Aston Martin.

-Was named "Knock Out" by his "youngest" adopted brother who thought it was a cool name for a robot.

-Is a pretty good self-taught "bot doctor".(Had learned by practising on himself)

-Is narcissitic and arrogant.

-Like his family(adopted human family and Earth bot community alike) despite his attitude.

-Is the same size as Blurr.

-Like "big bots".

-Like to call Optimus "Sweet rims"(much to Optimus's embarassment).

-Like to take care of his finish and to do car race when not doing medic duties.

-Is an easy going and very social bot.

-Despite being arrogant, he is would totally be up to learn from an actual "bot doctor".

->Chromia(here named Artemis):

-Was adopted by a human couple in Greece.

-Was named after the Greek godess of the hunt.

-Is a civil frame car.

-Alt form: Lotus Exige

-Got a greek accent

-Is a strong headed femme who don't hesitate to give to others a piece of her mind.

-Use two big blasters as weapons.

-Act as a protective sister to the other Earth bots.

-Take no shit from anyone and will let it know.

-Had a passion for ancient potery.

-Help archaeologists to search and study ancient poteries.

->Hound(here named Cheick):

-Was adopted by an african village in Mali.

-His name "Chieck" mean "wise ; learned".

-Is a civil frame car.

-Alt form: a jeep.

-Got a Malian accent.

-Is a very nice mech who is always ready to help others.

-Have made his military service in the Mali army.

-Got a military beret made for his size from his military service and is always wearing it ever since.

-Absolutely love nature and animals.

-Is seen most of the time with at least one animal.(Chieck being surronded by animals is a frequent sight)

->Sideswipe and Sunstreaker(here named Alessandro and Raphaël):

-Were adopted by a family in Italy.

-Both are twin brothers

-Are civil frame cars.

-Alt form: Lamborghini cars

-Both got an italian accent.

-Alessandro is an extrovert mech who love wrestling games while Raphaël is an introvert bot who enjoy art.

-Both are pranksters who love prank people.

-They tend to be reckless when in tandem.

-Ex: After the Earth bots community's introduction to the Autobots/Decepticons conflict, the twins created a "fighting move" against flying cons called "Jet Judo" which got big risks for them to end up in the med bay.

[artinandwritin]

Okay okay okay I wanna hear all about that next gen thing bc that is crazy dude how did that even happen omg

OH YES alright! This is gonna be another full-on Mona-rants-moment so strap in bestie!

I don’t know exactly when I started thinking about a HTTYD next gen, but it must’ve been somewhere around 2014, after I had watched both movies almost right after each other. Gotta confess, before watching HTTYD1 on a vacation to Germany as a little 10-almost-11-year-old, I thought it was a horror movie. Oops. I thought the same about Shrek, but now I unapologetically adore both of them.

So as little kids, me and my twin brother (let the record state, he’s younger than me. By four minutes. It’s a real thing) were absolutely obsessed with HTTYD. So much, that we would roleplay as dragons and – wheeze – HiccStrid’s potential twin kids. Oh, yeah, we were deep into it. We were so deep. We played out adventures and pretended to fly on our pretend dragons, whom we named Fly Fly and Toe Toe and they were, you are allowed to laugh, the kids of Toothless and a Whispering Death. My brother’s favorite dragons were the Whispering Deaths, and we were great at biology. Nope.

After that whole shabang, we went to middle/high school, my brother grew past his Dragons-phase, I stayed right where I was cuz ofc I did, and after meeting some new friends who were just as much into HTTYD as I was (one of them was the friend who gave my the nickname Mona and helped me with Of Thrones and Heirs!), we kinda created a new next gen based of what we thought was cool lmao. I couldn’t find a lot of information on that on my laptop, since most of it was handwritten or only spoken to each other – and tbh, I’m not really feeling up to checking my chats about it with one of those friends cuz I’m not friends with them anymore. But that’s okay, we have a lot more information for what came next!

I developed the next gen a bit on my own, I remember, still with some influences from the friends I had created the last version with. And for this one I still got a lot of details, so let me grab them for ya.

In this next gen, HiccStrid had five kids. Yeah, they be being busy. Zephyr and Nuffink got added a bit later, after I had seen THW, before that they only had the oc children I created as a lil 14-year-old. They had, in order, Zephyr Stormfly (20 y.o.), Nuffink Toothless (18 y.o.), Alischa Valka (14 y.o., aka, the main character), Stoick Finn (13 y.o.) and Lunette Ansfrid (3 y.o.). Oh yeah, that’s a mouthful.

Next to HiccStrid, back then I also shipped Heather and Fishlegs. Not sure if I still do now, but back then they had the following kids; Helen Windshear (19 y.o., she was Zephyr’s best friend), Fay Heather (16 y.o.), Veena Astrid (16 y.o., she and her twin sister were created by my friend I think), Beril/Hugo Oswald (13 y.o., not sure which of the two names. All I know is that he was Stoick’s bestie).

To the more… complicated part, young me put some drama into this next gen by making a divorce plot. So what I thought was cool (and because I didn’t really like Snotlout back then. Very stupid, he’s the kingest of kings), was the idea that Snotlout and Ruffnut had a son right after THW after a one-night-stand (Thorvald Hookfang, 21 y.o., all I know is that he had a huge crush on Zephyr). After that, they tried to make things work, but they didn’t, and they did a divorce thing. After that, Ruff went with Eret and had twins, Audun Eret (19 y.o., he’s the guy I wrote down as the Gustav of the next gen lmao) and Hialti Ruffnut (19 y.o., I don’t think she had a very good life). Meanwhile, Snotlout had a daughter with Minden, Ylva (13 y.o., she had a crush on Stoick).

Tuffnut had two kids with some chick, Annika Macey (19 y.o., she and Nuffink were in love or something) and Kjell Lloyd (19 y.o., I don’t know shit about him).

For the rest, I only had kids for Dagur and Mala cuz oh yeah they were a thing. Don’t think I really shipped them, but they were fun to include. Their kids were Ingrid Heather (16 y.o., I literally don’t know anything about her), Oswald Dagur (5 y.o.) and Siri Mala (3 y.o., the first Siri! I don’t know anything about her).

So that was that next gen. Alischa was the main character, she later got a whole fledged out story involving Grimmel’s grandkid, Arcum (who she got a crush on ofc, I basically redid the whole “enemies to lovers” thing I loved doing in Of Thrones and Heirs), while trying to prove herself to her overprotective dad Hiccup, finding the Hidden World and the Night Lights in the process. She bonded with Toothless’ daughter, Safire, which would’ve been pretty cute.

That whole thing was pushed aside in favor of Siri in December 2019, unfortunately. While I did try to recreate the next gen several times (I am still figuring out what the actual fuck I wanna do with ships in the original cast and who would have kids and who wouldn’t. All I know is HiccStrid has Zephyr and Nuffink cuz that’s canon and Tuffnut is aroace and the cool uncle. For the rest… man, I don’t know. I love FishLout, I love RuffLegs, I love the idea of Minden and Snotlout, I wanna see Snotlout with a daughter, etc etc. I just don’t know anything lmao), things never really stuck, as I was in the height of creating Siri’s story, and in addition, Niv’s story. Now I primarily wanna think about the next gen cuz I wanna give gussiri’s kids some friends pff

Like, at some point I tried to change up the entire next gen; I paired up Tuffnut and Heather (some weird idea from the friend I’m no longer friends with. I don’t know why), they had four whole kids (Dagny, Kyll, and Lloyd, who were triplets born in 1018, and Oswald Loki Chicken Sverd, yes, who was born in 1028). It was a weird move. I also cut down on Dagur and Mala’s kids, giving them only a daughter, named Hedvig, born in 1022. Zephyr (1018) and Nuffink (1021) still existed, but they no longer had any siblings. Lloyd and Zephyr were in love and it was very cute, and Hedvig and Nuffink had a thing going on.

Next to that, I removed the whole thing with Snotlout, Ruff, Eret and Minden, now Snotlout and Minden only had twins (Vidar and Ylva, born in 1021, Vidar wanted to become a wingmaiden). Eret and Ruff had a son named Sol (1023), which is very weird now, considering one of my best friends is named Sol lmao. Fishlegs had a son from a one-night-stand (Kjott, 1019), and the only reason for that is because the friend I’m no longer friends with didn’t like Fishlegs for his “disgusting” relationship with Meatlug. Glad I’m finally allowing to love this precious boy instead of being forced to go along with their opinions.

At this point, Sunniva and Helene didn’t exist as GusSiri kids, rather being replaced by a daughter named Funnet (1025) and a son named Agnarr (1028, Aggie and Oswald had a cute thing together). Niv did exist! I created him and he never changed, he’s just too much of a baby boy for that.

So yeah, that’s how it all shifted and turned over the years! I hope I can point my vision on trying to point down some good characters to be- WAIT A FUCKING SECOND

OH MY GOD I JUST FORGOT THAT I LITERALLY HAVE A DOCUMENT WITH MORE NEXT GEN STUFF THAT IS FAIRLY RECENT AND INCORPORATES INTO SOME STUFF FROM STARCHASER

FUCK LEMME LOOK INTO THIS REAL QUICK

Okay so turns out this is from 2021 and luckily for all of us it’s short and to the point so let’s get cracking. HiccStrid only had Zephyr Valka (1018) and Nuffink Stoick (1021), Snotlout had Vidar and Ylva (both 1019, idk who their other parent is), Dagur and Mala had Hedvig (1017), Ruffnut and Fishlegs had Reider Fishlegs (1018), Saga Meatlug (1023), Amund Tuffnut (1025), and Steinar Barf (1028). For the rest, nothing, and honestly, better, I don’t really wanna keep track of so many kids lmao. I’m not a daycare (read: has created a new oc last week)

Anyways, I think that’s all for now! Thank you so much for being so appreciated, I really appreciate it bestie <333 you’re amazing!!

[schaladresdan]

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#crimson chains - 178 posts

#art reblog - 157 posts

#original art - 131 posts

#oc - 128 posts

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#star crossed - 115 posts

#polaris - 105 posts

#yildun - 88 posts

#comic - 86 posts

Longest Tag: 88 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

New fic for Yuri’s birthday! Just a little bit of fluff. Story idea and art by Soulstoned (her Twitter https://twitter.com/Peridactyl5xg).

Title: Are You Kitten Me?

Rating: Teen (Yuri’s language)

Pairing: Otayuri

Tags: Video Calls, Kitten, Fluff

Summary: When Otabek found a kitten in the rain, he had no idea that his life would never be the same.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37456480

1 note - Posted March 1, 2022

#4

First Fic of the New Year!

My first new fic of the new year posted late last night (AO3 says technically it was 1/2 in my time zone, but it was still 1/1 in places, so it counts, right?). Written and posted barely in time for Asahi’s birthday, enjoy this one shot. 

Title: First Call

Rating: General Audiences

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Asanoya

Tags: Established Relationship, Long Distance Relationship, Haikyuu!! Time Skip, New Year’s Eve, Asahi’s Birthday

Summary: Nishinoya calls Asahi to wish him happy birthday.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36144685

1 note - Posted January 2, 2022

#3

It Started Out With a Kiss

Finally, a continuation of my Twisted Wonderland fic (but somehow it turned into a soulmate AU?). 

Pairings: Deuce Spade/Ace Trappola (aka Acey-Deucey or Hunting Season)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Soumate AU, Soulmate Marks, Boys Kissing, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Ace is impulsive

Summary: What happens when Ace impulsively kisses Deuce in a world where soulmate marks are revealed with a kiss?

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43053786

4 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#2

It’s Just A Little Makeup 

My first fic for the Twisted Wonderland fandom (I didn’t need another fandom to write about, but I love these two and when I found out that the marks on their faces were makeup, I couldn’t help myself).

Pairings: Deuce Spade/Ace Trappola (aka Acey-Deucey or Hunting Season)

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Canon Compliant, Makeup, Fluff

Summary: On his first night at Night Raven College, Deuce is worried about a lot of things. But one of his main concerns is the fact that he is expected to wear makeup, something that he has no experience with at all.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37086373

5 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This year, for 18OI AU Week, I am writing a fic that will cover all of the daily prompts. It is a Soulmate Dream Sharing AU. Each chapter will have a dream that covers the daily prompt, the first one is fairy tale.

Rating: Mature (Day 4 is Omegaverse)

Pairing: Victuuri

Tags: Soulmates, Soulmate Dream Sharing, 18OI AU Week 2022, 18OI AU Week Day 1, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale

Summary: It was a chance meeting, the briefest of encounters. Neither Victor nor Yuuri can remember the moment at the World Championships when they first met. But they must have, because now they are dreaming of each other.

After soulmates meet for the first time in this world, they start to dream. They always dream of each other whenever they are apart (and asleep at the same time).

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39476496/chapters/98803950

11 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

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[heniareth]

Here's that ask I promised :D Some more questions for the OC ask meme <3

What is your character's biggest realtionship flaw? Has that flaw ever destroyed relationships for them before?

Companion they are closest to and why?

Thoughts on the Dalish?

What biases does your character have? (This can be in favor or against)

How does your OC react in stressful situations?

What do they like to ridicule and/or what do they find stupid?

Does your OC have recurring themes in their dreams?

What is your OCs proudest moment?

Did you create the OC to be like yourself, did they end up being like yourself, or are they very different from you?

(These are a lot again, it is so hard to hold back xD So take your time and no pressure as always :) Just excited to get to know more about your Astala <3)

Thank you for the ask!! I had this sitting for forever, life has kept me busy, but I'm so excited to give this a go XD And to delve into some aspects of Astala that I haven't given much thought yet, so that's exciting.

What is your character's biggest realtionship flaw? Has that flaw ever destroyed relationships for them before?

Astala's biggest flaw when it comes to relationships is her inability to let go of people. On a positive note, this trait manifests as a very strong loyalty. On the negative side, it will lead her to cry after relationships that have ended and pour over them to try and find out what went wrong. It can also put her or other people she cares about in danger; especially in her position as the de facto leader of the companions, this could quickly lead to the loss of a whole unit (aka the three companions you can take with you on missions + the Warden). Luckily, she has Morrigan and Alistair (and Sten and Zevran) who can and will point out when a course of action is likely to put them in more danger than they already are.

Companion they are closest to and why?

Ooof, this is a tough one. Ironically, the romanceable four. Alistair is practically second-in-command, even though I imagine he’d protest at the title. They work closely together and are therefore quite close. Astala admires and respects Morrigan, even when her opinions and advice goes against most things Astala believes in. She’s the kind of friend you know would hide a body for you. Leliana is a friend in the more “common” sense. She and Astala both have a thing for nice clothing, their morals are similarly aligned, and they just get along in general. And then of course there’s Zevran, who’s Astala’s love interest. Funnily enough, they both started off annoying the hell out of each other over various petty reasons, and it takes them some time to really see each other for who they are. And from that point on there’s no turning back and they fall hard.

Thoughts on the Dalish?

The Dalish are an interesting subject. Astala hadn't met any previous to the Blight (although her cousin Shianni imagined her dad, who she never knew, to be a strong Dalish warrior). So to see them live these relatively normal lives when she encountered Zathrian's clan was... odd. But on the other hand, their lives were everything but normal because they spoke elvish, worshipped the Creators, had halla and could go wherever they wanted. So the first thing Astala did when she got there was ask a metric ton of questions about everything. On the other hand, the way some of the Dalish talk about the city elves makes her sad. They have a point , the city elves would probably treat one of the Dalish similarly, and she understands the distrust in anything that so much as smells of humans; but she still finds the divide tragic. She also thinks the Dalish are a bit too proud for their own good; but then again, how else are you going to defend yourself against a world that threw an Exalted March against your forebears' homeland?

What biases does your character have? (This can be in favor or against)

Astala is generally biased in favour of elves, and in favour of whoever she percieves to be the underdog in a given situation. This can lead her to get duped (it hasn’t yet in my current playthrough, but it probably will at some point).

How does your OC react in stressful situations?

When in stressful situations, Astala generally tries to remain in control of it. To do so, she relies heavily on whatever companions she has at the moment and the resources available, both in the environment and on her person. She tends to try and talk things out, but also to make rash judgements, which uuuuuh can backfire (she's quick to draw her blades, for instance, and that does not exactly help to deescalate situations). She also has a tendency to just seize control. She also will give orders and will expect others to follow them. The companions look to her as a leader, so that works out fine. In Redcliffe, however, she did find that the militia men would listen to the mayor, and not to her. That was frustrating for both parties.

What do they like to ridicule and/or what do they find stupid?

Human nobles. Just the whole package. From their fondness of dogs and their dainty dances (which her father, who was a bann's servant, would describe to her and her cousins) to their pointy-ended shoes and their petty grievances (because when you have enough money to boss other people around, all your grievances are petty, right?). A surefire way to keep the younger kids entertained was to pretend to be a noble, let them play servants, and have them wreak havoc upon you as they got orders wrong on purpose and "stole" the "noble's" belongings. Afyer the Blight, that fondness to ridicule sadly wanes away and leaves mostly frustration in its wake.

Does your OC have recurring themes in their dreams?

Astala is a terribly heavy sleeper. If she dreams, she doesn't remember it come morning. She can therefore sadly not report any recurrent themes in her dreams as of now.

What is your OCs proudest moment?

Apart from the power trip in the Fade (she walked out smiling and continued to smile until Uldred turned into a pride demon), it was probably when she got her first job. She was 14 at the time and overheard some boys talking about how a merchant was expecting a big shipment and looking for new help. Up until then, she had been trying to get a job as a servant like her father, to no avail. On a whim she followed the boys, and lined up with the other hopeful candidates in front of the merchant's warehouses for a try-out (a selection process entailing an unpaid day of work). She proved herself to be strong enough to lift and carry crates, small and nimble enough to climb to where others couldn't reach, and above all she got extremely lucky. She was called back, first for one month, then for a trimester, then for one year and for another. And while Cyrion would have liked his daughter to have an easier and less dangerous job, he was proud right alongside her when she brought the first coins she had earned home.

Did you create the OC to be like yourself, did they end up being like yourself, or are they very different from you?

I created Astala's first version (which I mentioned in this post) based on a character that was very much an ideal; strong, kind, and above all, brave and adventurous. That first heroic version then got put through all the trials and tribulations of the story, and I was very much going with my gut instinct and not with a predetermined idea of the character when I tokk her decisions. So basically, this first versions had a good chunk of my morals and priorities. After the Deep Roads, that first version started getting depth; she reacted very strongly to having to shoulder the responsability of chosing a new king for Orzammar, for Ferelden, and defeating the Archdemon. From that point on, I started exploring why that reaction might have been so strong. Astala as she is now is the product of that exploration (during which she acquired some fears and pain points she shares with me. Examples are the fear of messing up, the sometimes blind loyalty or the need to shoulder all the responsability). Bottom line: she definitely has parts that are mine, some of which she acquired over time, but she's her own person. She's not me.

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That was a lot of fun!! Thank you so much for the ask and sorry for the delay >.< But I'm very happy I finally came around to it, I always love answering these

[eyayah-oya]

At First Sight

It’s been a while since I’ve posted one of these blurbs, and I really liked this one. It’s got some OCs of mine that I created to be Wooley’s batchmates. More information on them can be found below the cut

Wooley groaned as the Corrie tugged his arms behind him and pulled out a set of binders. He wasn't even drunk or involved this time. He just happened to be nearby when Crys set off a bunch of glitter bombs (Wooley was pretty sure he got them from Torrent) and of course the Corrie assumed he was a part of it. Or just wanted the bragging rights among their batchmates that he got to throw Wooley into the drunk tank.

"Corin, you are a slimy bastard," he groaned. "I didn't do anything."

"Hmm, that's what you say. But you see, you Ghosts rarely do stuff by yourself. Therefore, that kid Jek is arresting had an accomplice. The closest Ghost was you," Corin said smugly.

Wooley sighed.

"I actually hate you right now."

"Don't stay things you don't mean, Wooley dearest," Corin sang.

"Ratio is my favorite now."

"Blasphemy! I have always been your favorite batchmate," Corin protested.

"Ratio isn’t currently arresting me for something I didn't do and didn't know anything about."

"If you want to lie, you need to get better at hiding your tells."

"I've been working on that," another vod's voice called. Wooley sighed. He knew that voice very well. And of course Lovely just had to happen by.

Corin closed the binders on his wrists and turned Wooley towards the Guard speeder where Lovely was leaning against the side.

And then they stopped.

Wooley glanced behind and couldn't help but grin. Oh. Oh that was delightful blackmail material.

Corin stood there, his bucket clipped to his belt so his curly blue hair went in every direction as it attempted to escape its ponytail. And he stood, absolutely dumbstruck, and stared at Lovely. His brother, the most flirtatious of the lot of them, was stunned silent by a pretty face.

Discreetly, Wooley swiped the keys off of Corin's belt and walked towards the speeder, Corin's hand sliding off of his back. He fiddled with the binders for a moment and then slipped them off and tossed them into the Guard speeder. He put his bucket back on and immediately took several holos of Corin's face.

"Is there a problem?" Lovely asked, walking towards Corin as he waved Wooley away behind his back.

"Puh uh problem? No, there's no problem," Corin stammered. "I'm Corin."

"Nice to meet you, Corin," Lovely answered. "I'm Lovely."

"You definitely are."

Wooley almost gave his escape away with a snort as he listened to his normally suave brother blunder through an introduction. He couldn't wait to show this to Mal and Ama. They would absolutely never let Corin live this down. Cyan would get a kick out of it, too.

As Wooley hopped into a speeder heading to the GAR barracks, specifically for the clones, he sent the holo to the Crimson groupchat.

<Wooley: Look at him. He saw one of my squaddies and made this face!>

<Ama: NO WAY!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!!>

<Ratio: Ha! Thank you Wooley. I am definitely saving that to get back at him for the prank he pulled last week.>

<Mal: That was Ama. But it's about time Corin got a taste of his own medicine.>

<Cyan: Lovely is really nice. Corin at least has good taste. If Lovely falls for him, though, I'm gonna have to question his taste.>

<Corin: WOOLEY YOU SON OF A BANTHA WHORE!!!>

Wooley just cackled.

Wooley’s Batch (AKA Crimson Batch)

Mal: The Oldest TM. He is gentle and kind and gives the absolute best hugs. He’s the kind of person you go to for a nice long cuddle with ice cream, blanket forts, and a movie to feel better after a bad day. He’s also got great advice. He was one of the five members of Crimson Batch that were sent to Coruscant as part of the Coruscant Guard.

Kye: He can be a bit of a grump. He is also the easiest to get with a prank, which the others do quite frequently. Kye also has the most infectious laugh, if you can get him to let loose. He’s also a Coruscant Guard.

Ratio: Ratio is happiest if he has a fully-charged datapad, a hot cup of caf, and a vod’ika curled up against him (usually Ama). Force save anyone who brings him a problem to solve before he’s had his morning caf, though. He likes to tease and joke around and holds trivia nights, which can range from fun little quizzes, to him info-dumping with his batchmates. He is also a Coruscant Guard.

Corin: Corin is a notorious flirt. He will flirt with anyone that he can get away with. Charming to the extreme and with a fun sense of humor to boot, he is very popular both within the Guard and with any Battalions on leave. He is also a massive troll. Wooley and Corin were really close before they were deployed and Wooley learned how to flirt from Corin. He fell head over heels for Lovely the very first time he saw him, and spent the rest of the war trying to come up with ways to woo Lovely. (Lovely is demi, so it took a bit of time and a lot of patience, but he was wooed.) Corin is a member of the Coruscant Guard.

Talla: He is very protective. He was one of the batchmates that was assigned to Commander Rill’s Company (also an oc of mine) along with Wooley, Cyan, Kita, and Maie. When they were captured by Separatists, Talla was sold to Trandoshans along with Kita and Maie. He protected them and they managed to survive until they were later rescued (this is soft! I couldn’t kill them. I just couldn’t). He’s fairly paranoid and warms up to strangers very slowly and rarely goes anywhere without his armor and several weapons.

Cyan: Cyan was rescued by the 212th along with Wooley (and Lovely and a few others, but I’m not focusing on them now). He’s really reserved and quiet, but will absolutely swear like a sailor with the people he’s closest to. He becomes really close with Miggs (a fellow trooper in the 212th) and they eventually say the riduurok after Miggs lost his leg on Umbara. They will eventually adopt a squad of cadets and raise them together.

Kita: Kita is pretty friendly and adapts well to being around other people. At least better than Talla. He was also rescued with Talla and Maie. He likes making friends and is definitely nowhere near as paranoid as Talla.

Maie: Maie is considered “Babey TM”. He’s got the Sad Tooka Eyes (which Wooley learned from him and used to great effect on the 212th). He is a little quiet and tends to stick close with the people he knows the best but is also interested in making new friends. He really wants to open a ranch or farm and just spend time out in nature when he doesn’t have to worry about being hunted.

And finally . . . 

Ama: Ama is the Youngest TM. Always. He loves practical jokes and making people laugh. He has probably perfected several comedy routines at this point and performs them every time he’s at 79′s with a new Company on leave. Loves sitting with Ratio and they like planning pranks together. Kye is their usual victim, but they also target the others as well. He was also sent to Coruscant as a Coruscant Guard.

Let me know if you want to learn any more about these guys! (I have done piccrew with them because I can’t draw) I love them a lot. If you made it all the way this far! Congratulations and thank you so much!! Crimson Batch will appear in my Long Fic (whenever I have time to actually write it).

ALSO!! FYI, Wooley falls between Kita and Maie, age-wise. He’s not the Youngest, but he is one of the youngest.

[viastro]

❀ SANGYEON

coming soon...

❀ JACOB

❁ in a field of dandelions

˚* ❀ genre: reincarnation!au, angst, some fluff

˚* ❀ synopsis: ‘i'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine.’  in which you stumble upon a bag of letters at the thrift store, and learn of the story between two lovers that promised to meet in a field of dandelions.  

˚* ❀ pairings: jacob x gender neutral reader

❀ YOUNGHOON

coming soon...

❀ HYUNJAE

❁ the perfect proposal

˚* ❀ genre: proposal!au, fluff, humor

˚* ❀ synopsis: in which hyunjae receives the help from his eleven chaotic best friends to create the perfect plan to propose to you.

˚* ❀ pairings: hyunjae x gender neutral reader

❁ dynasty

˚* ❀ genre: reincarnation!au, badboy!hyunjae, librarian!reader, angst, some fluff, some humor

˚* ❀ synopsis: as the university’s part-time librarian, you didn’t expect to develop a relationship with the guy that likes to skip lecture in order to take a nap in the library instead. and as the bad boy of the university, hyunjae had never crossed paths with you until he started sleeping in the library—so he can’t explain why you’re so familiar to him.

˚* ❀ pairings: hyunjae x gender neutral reader

❀ JUYEON

❁ trailing arbutus

˚* ❀ genre: hanahaki!au, best friends to lovers!au, angst, some humor, some fluff

˚* ❀ synopsis: you couldn’t help but fall for the boy who offered you his umbrella on that rainy day in the fall.

˚* ❀ pairings: juyeon x gender neutral reader

❀ KEVIN

coming soon...

❀ CHANHEE

coming soon...

❀ CHANGMIN

❁ in the spring

˚* ❀ genre: established relationship!au, angst, some fluff, some humor

˚* ❀ synopsis: in which you suffer from a car accident and have amnesia when you wake up. changmin is your current boyfriend, but you keep remembering memories with your ex.

˚* ❀ pairings: changmin x gender neutral reader (feat. ?? x gender neutral reader)

❀ JUHAKNYEON

❁ let’s go home (but you’re my home) part of the what it takes to make a villain collab !

˚* ❀ genre: superhero turned villain!au, angst, some fluff, some humor

˚* ❀ synopsis: the world’s greatest villain, icarus, was once on humanity’s side. also known as eclipse, he saved lives whenever he was needed, risking his own in an attempt to make the world a better place even when humanity was turning their backs against him. he was always selfless, up until the moment that he decided to reach for the sun, thus paying the ultimate price.

˚* ❀ pairings: juhaknyeon x gender neutral reader

❀ SUNWOO

❁ daisies 

˚* ❀ genre: angst, some fluff

˚* ❀ synopsis: the best type of revenge is to hurt the person that means the most to them. aka, in which sunwoo is in charge of making you fall in love with him, just to break your heart.

˚* ❀ pairings: sunwoo x female reader

❀ ERIC

❁ all good boys

˚* ❀ genre: childhood friends to strangers to lovers!au, fake dating!au, bad boy!eric, fluff, humor, minor angst

˚* ❀ synopsis: the resident bad boy on campus working at the new catboy cafe? sounds too good to be true, but now you have to keep his secret while also becoming his fake partner. [ loosely inspired by maid sama ! ]

˚* ❀ pairings: eric x gender neutral reader

❁ glimpse of us requested !

˚* ❀ genre: exes to lovers!au, angst, some fluff, some humor

˚* ❀ synopsis: they say that you get flashes of your life when you’re dying. what they fail to tell you in this life, is that it also happens when you move on to somebody new. you could be the person that you never think you’d be, but somehow in the new cycle you may adapt to, you’ll always somehow find glimpses of your past mirroring through your new choices of living.

˚* ❀ pairings: eric x gender neutral reader / younghoon x gender neutral reader / eric x oc

❀ HYUNJUN

❁ snow flower part of the 12 months i loved you collab !

˚* ❀ genre: strangers to lovers!au, fluff, humor, minor angst

˚* ❀ synopsis: in which hyunjun finds himself falling in love with you over a span of six months.

˚* ❀ pairings: hyunjun x gender neutral reader

[vs-redemption]

From Cindy: Okay so... this is actually an excerpt from a multi chapter fic I was writing before with an OC I created *is embarrassed* But I was thinking that it might be fun to share it since it was just collecting dust on my laptop. I changed the POV so that it’s a reader insert. I hope you enjoy it!

Some background info: this story was meant to take place just after the fall of Wall Maria. So, Eren and the rest of the 104th aren’t even in the cadet corps training yet. My O/C (aka y/n) left the garrison to join the scouts to help with the recapture of Wall Maria. I hope that’s not confusing.

Levi’s Advice (Levi Ackerman x Reader) Part Two : Part Three

“Can’t sleep?” You nearly jump out of your skin at the words. You hadn’t expected anybody else to be awake this late, not after the rigorous training that had occurred that day. You’d only snuck out of your room and gone to the canteen to try and work the kinks out of your muscles and maybe get a glass of water. Your squad leader had made you and another soldier perform a new titan killing routine several dozen times that the higher ups had recently devised to make sure you could pull it off flawlessly before finally dismissing you. They wanted you to start practicing another maneuver on top of that starting tomorrow too. Just the thought of putting your body through all that made you want to groan. Your bones weren’t used to being whipped and flipped and shot through the air yet. You’d only been transferred to the scouts a little over a week ago, but you felt like you’d done a couple months’ worth of training in that time.

“Captain Levi,” you salute the tired looking man whose slender form was slumped into one of the wooden cafeteria chairs and cradling a hot cup of tea in one of his hands. He didn’t look like the rest of the soldiers with their broad chests and muscular limbs. It was hard to believe he might be as deadly as the rumors suggested. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, sir.”

“The only thing disturbing me is your incessant formality,” the Captain grumbles. “Just sit down and relax for once.”

You furrow your eyebrows and slowly drop your fist from your chest. You approach the table and lower yourself into a seat across from the man. You hadn’t interacted with him at all yet during your time in the Scouts, so you weren’t sure how to act around him. Even though you’d spent time with the soldiers in his Squad during training, there had been no time for gossip. All you had gathered so far was that Captain Levi was a difficult face to read. He loses patience with your cautious stare quickly and clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“So, why aren’t you in bed?” He asks while raising a single thin eyebrow.

“Couldn’t get comfortable,” you admit. “My whole body aches. The Garrison hardly ever uses the ODM gear in the North. The hooks do too much damage around the city, so the royal government doesn’t like us using it.” Levi’s face morphs even further into a scowl. You roll your eyes in agreement. “I know it’s stupid,” You defend yourself. “Anyway, I’m sure I’ll get used to the gear eventually.”

“Your landings are way too fast,” The captain’s face goes neutral again and he sips his tea. “You need to use your arms and legs to control your speed when coming out of a spin.” You were surprised to suddenly be getting feedback, especially from this guy. He wasn’t even in charge of you, but apparently he’d been watching today.

“Oh?” You prompt him to continue.

“Spread your body out as soon as possible to create wind resistance.”

“That seems really obvious now that you say it,” You admit sheepishly.

“Well, it also makes you a bigger target,” was the reply. “So you’d better be damn sure your blades hit their mark. Be aware of your surroundings too, or you might get grabbed from behind.”

“Easier said than done, I’m sure.” You give a weak smile. “Especially when you’ve got your squad to look after too. In the Garrison, my biggest concern was keeping the cadets from getting too rowdy while playing grab-ass and taking a tumble off the wall. Thankfully none of mine were ever that stupid, but I never had to worry about turning my head and having them eaten alive either.”

“You aren’t a babysitter,” Levi states. “Your job is to lead them, not protect them. If you do your job right, they’ll be able to work together and protect themselves.” You let the words sink in for a minute and recall the way you’d seen Squad Levi move during their training. The man obviously knew what he was talking about, even if it did sound a little emotionally detached. You’d have to keep his words in mind once your own team was assembled. Still, it made you nervous that Erwin had brought you in and put you into such an important role so blindly. He knew nothing about your capabilities as a leader or a soldier, so it wasn’t as if you could trust that he’d seen something in you that you didn’t see yourself. It meant that you’d have to work extra hard to make sure you didn’t disappoint anyone. You had kind of already known that though. Levi finishes off his tea and stands up, pulling you from your thoughts.

“It’s late,” he says in a bored tone. “Go to bed.” You stand up, finally noticing the height difference between you both while nodding your head obediently.

“Yes, sir.” Your hand twitches up to salute but you stop yourself halfway as soon as you see the Captain narrow his eyes.

“Try to get that Garrison sized stick out of your ass while you’re at it,” he deadpans. “I’d imagine that’s causing a lot more discomfort than the ODM gear.” You clench your teeth to hold back from laughing.

“I’ll do my best, sir.” He lifts an eyebrow impatiently. “Uh,” You hesitate. “I’ll do my best… Levi?” Dear god, that man’s glare alone could probably stop a titan in its tracks. Instead of “humanities strongest,” they should call him “humanities scariest.” You swallow hard and wait for the backlash. Addressing a superior so casually could have severe consequence in the Capital if you weren’t careful. Levi doesn’t even blink an eye though. He just lets out a sigh before letting his features return to their normal unreadable expression.

“Good night.” He says, nodding once before slipping quietly out of the room. You stare after him for a moment before responding to yourself.

“Good night.”