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hopefulfuturenovelauthor · 2 years ago

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A Reunion

Request: Daryl will reunite with my oc in the apocalypse after not seeing each other for years the last time was before she ran away from home from her abusive parents. They were the best of friends they save each other form their abusive parents.

I’m so sorry this took so long and that it is kind of shitty at parts. Life has been a roller coaster this entire year. I started this and then had to come back to it which was difficult and I think you can tell in my writing, but I hope you like at least some part of this.

warning: swearing, violence, abuse, neglect, possibly triggering, canon typical violence, canon typical language.

Growing up in Georgia was fine for me. There were good and bad parts to it, which is an indisputable fact. I had good friends, bad parents; good classes, bad grades; bad food, good hunting skills; and bad people skills, but one damn good best friend.

That was the past though. Now all I got is a small group, traveling north, avoiding the rotters. They ain’t anything special really. They’re all decent people, decent people get dead pretty quick though. They are only alive cause of me. Those lucky little shits would’ve starved to death if not for me.

I can hunt, scavage, kill, whatever the hell kind of survival skill is needed. I do so fairly effortlessly, but I haven’t always been so great at this sort of stuff.

I learned from the best damn shot I’ve ever known. And by shot, I don’t mean from a gun. Nah, those things are far too loud for this day and age.

“Everybody, quiet,” I whispered to my group, slowing down to determine the damn dead thing’s location. I raised my bow and shot at it’s damn head.

“Nice shot,” Edward praised, looking at my handy work.

“Yeah, yeah. Grab the bolt while I reload.” I set up the crossbow again, preparing for more of the dead to come our way.

“We need to find shelter,” Alice pointed out the obvious, “we have maybe one more hour of daylight.”

“There’s this little house Ed and I scouted out earlier, it should work for the night,” Louise suggested.

Edward handed me my bolt and we all continued on our way toward the little house.

We made it before the sun started to fade. Alice heated up some canned soup the group had found under some rubble and handed it out to everyone.

Stephen and Chrissy got the most food, both were still kids that needed the nutrients to grow. Louise got the next largest serving as she is the oldest. Alice, Ed, and I had the least amount out of the group, but it was still a nice bowl full, and we all enjoyed it.

The kids always went to bed first, before one of us adults even thought about closing our eyes. Chrissy was 13 and Stephen was 17. Sometimes we let him help with watch, but most of the time we made sure he stayed with his sister.

“Can we share stories before bed?” Chrissy asked. She always liked hearing about our lives, even the most mundane of things kept her happy, which makes sense based on how we live now.

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Ed replied. I’ll be honest, I’d never known a better parent in my life. He and Alice were real good with their children, especially since Alice wasn’t even Stephen’s real mom. His dad got remarried after his mum died. They were good to their kids. Hell, they let Louise and me stick around and they barely knew us at first. Louise was the pesky old lady down the street, and I was just their non-talkative closed-off neighbor.

Only let us stick around at first cause Louise was old and I’d saved their lives. Now though, I couldn’t think of being anywhere without them. Especially after we lost Matt, that damn idiot put himself in harm's way with a couple of dickhead humans. The idiot couldn’t even fight. We all miss him though, saved the whole lot of us.

“Who’s turn is it this time?” Alice asked.

“It’s miss Y/n’s,” Chrissy jumped up and down from her seat on the floor.

“Well you're right it is,” I said back, smiling at the girl, “but you remember what I said, right kiddo? You can call me just Y/n, the miss isn’t necessary.”

“Okay, Y/n. Can you tell us a story?” She was so sweet I couldn’t help but nod and smile.

“Sure thing kiddo. But what to tell, what to tell. How about a little tale from my childhood, how about that?” The little girl smiled more.

“Okay, well, let's see. I was about your age, 13 soon to be going on 14. I was a stubborn little kid. I never wanted to be stuck inside.” Especially at my home with my parents. “You see I loved the outdoors, it was so freeing, and it was my favorite place to hang out with my best friend.” Daryl Dixon. “Now, my best friend was so interesting, he was the bravest and coolest person I knew. In fact, he taught me how to use that bow over there. I never liked it that much, I much more preferred a bow and arrow to a crossbow, but he loved it with all his heart. He liked to use it to hunt, just like I do for us. He also made the best squirrel stew.

“There was this one day that I had gone out into the woods alone, I just wanted to run around and climb trees. I ended up seeing my best friend on my adventure through the woods. He blamed me for scaring away all the animals with my loud chaotic running. I said sorry and then asked him if he wanted to jump across the creek. He joined me, of course, and we jumped back and forth on the rocks. We did this for hours. Silly me though, jumped and slipped into the water. I stood up, but could barely walk because I twisted my ankle. I was freezing from the water too. My best friend helped me back home though and let me use him as a crutch. It was nice of him to make sure I was okay, but the water had left me so cold that I ended up getting sick for the next couple of days. Thankfully though, I got better in a couple of days and went right back out to the woods to play by the creek. Never sprained my ankle there again though, I learned from the last time.”

Chrissy had already fallen asleep on her brother who looked just about ready to pass out too. I looked over at their parents and offered to take the first watch. They accepted and said thank you with kind smiles. I sat outside on the house's porch and kept lookout for a few hours.

Story time was always great, I loved that it comforted the kids so much, but it was difficult to come up with stories and memories that were okay for them to hear. I ran out of those long before I ever told them that story and most of my others. Eventually, I just came to the conclusion that I would leave out the sad and bitter parts. I didn’t mention that Daryl went hunting because his dad was a drunk that barely worked and his mom died when he was young. I didn’t tell them that my mom had slapped me and thrown me into a wall by my hair when she saw me dripping in the living room with a swollen ankle. My face was yellow for days, one of the main reasons I stayed home from school. My dad wasn’t too awful, it was more the things he said and what he let happen that made him a terrible father. My mom was the one that resorted to physical violence as parenting. My dad just didn’t fucking parent. Hell, he was never fucking there, always somewhere else with another woman by his side.

My inner monologue was paused when I looked up at the sky. I had definitely done at least an extra hour of watch. I got up and woke up Ed, letting him know it was his turn. I decided to turn in, attempting to get a good night's sleep. I never can, it's either nightmares with zombies or nightmares with parents.

***

We made our way further north up along the east coast. We had thought it would make more sense to head more up north in the summer and head back down south in the winter. We lived day by day, with nowhere to stay and no exact location to go. The green vegetation was nice and all. The days were cooler than in the south. We happily enjoyed basking in the sun with the slight breeze. We hopped house to house searching for any leftover goods and resources.

We found one house that for the most part was untouched. Setting up camp we thought sticking around for a couple of days would be good. As we thought, it was. Day one was easy. Day two was nice. Day three was good.

Day four had a speed bump. They had appeared out of nowhere. The hoard came down the street dragging their feet. The grunts and grumbles of the group had all of us staying silent. We hid from windows and blocked as many doors as we could. The adults had their guns raised and the kids kept their weapons close. I had my crossbow ready to shoot anything that came too close.

None of us had suspected the back door to slam open. It was so loud and so sudden we all jumped at the bang.

***

Bang!

The door flung open as my mother dragged our things to her car. She screamed and cried at my drunken father. She had caught him again. It seemed this time she had enough. He stood in the doorway trying to calm her down, but she wouldn’t have it. She was hysterical.

I tried to stop her, but she chucked my small suitcase at me. I stumbled back as I caught it.

“Get in the car, Y/n,” She said. My mother looked back at me standing still, unmoving, “Get in the damn car, Y/n. I ain’t saying that shit again, get in the damn car!”

I scurried over to the trunk, hurriedly putting my things in.

“Y/n?” I turned around. Daryl stood right behind me, his eyes broken and concerned. He reached out to wipe some of the tears I hadn’t even realized I had shed. It was like I flinched away. It wasn’t that I was scared, I was overwhelmed. My body was on overdrive and seemed to have broken down. “Y/n,” Daryl stepped forward again. I retreated again, escaping his touch.

“Please don’t,” I begged.

“Y/n, you don’t got to do nothin. You don’t got to go with her,” he tried to assure me.

“Daryl, it won’t change anything,” I told him.

“Of course, it will,” he said, “You just got to fight this.”

“Daryl, no matter what I do she’ll get custody. My dads a drunk that sleeps with other women. The case will be over before it’s even started.”

“You're 17 Y/n. Fight to be your own adult.”

“Daryl, I don’t have the money or resources to do that. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I broke down. He tried to bring me in, to comfort me but I just kept stepping back.

My mother grabbed me and pulled me towards the car. “Don’t you touch her!” Daryl yelled. My mother turned immediately, stepping in front of him.

“What the hell are you going to do about it?”

“She doesn’t want to go with you-“

“Shut up, you disgusting piece of trash. No Dixon kid is going to tell me what I can and can’t do with my daughter. Go run home to your drunk father and your high ass brother you piece of redneck shit.”

“Mom, please, please stop,” I cried more.

She pushed me to the car.

Daryl begged me to stop and to get out, but it was like I couldn’t hear. My ears were ringing and my vision was blurring.

My mother drove me away from the security of the home I once had. It didn’t take long for me to run away from her, but I certainly should have done it sooner. I should have ran from her that day.

***

The door was shut again and then a man ran into the room followed by two others. I moved the kids behind us to hide them from the newcomers who had yet to register us. I raised my bow at the man in front once he turned around, “who the fuck are you?”

“Wow, wow, hold on there. We aren’t here to hurt you.” He held up his hands, and the man and woman behind him did the same.

“Now that’s not what I asked,” I said before holding my bow up higher, “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Aaron, okay, I’m Aaron.”

I steadied my grip, “Okay, Aaron, you and your friends following us?”

“No, no, we were just doing a run, gathering supplies, that’s all.”

“Why should I believe you?” I asked.

“My bag. My bag has a list of what we came out here to get, I swear.”

“Take it off. And don’t open it or anything, just toss it on the ground.”

The man reached to remove his bag and dropped it in front of him with a thump.

“Hands back up,” I told him while Ed grabbed the bag. Ed opened it up revealing a bag of canned goods and the equivalent of an apocalypse grocery list.

“Where you from?” I asked.

“We can’t tell you that,” the woman said. She looked ready to attack if something went wrong or if I decided to shoot. She may not have been holding her weapon, but the sword on her back would certainly slaughter the group.

“Aaron, Michonne, let me handle this,” the man in the back tentatively took a step forward. “My name is Rick. Look, we have a community and food if you want some, but we have people waiting for us back at home. We don’t want any trouble, alright?”

“No, not alright. I still want to know why the hell you are here. There were plenty of houses on this street. I’m not one to believe in god damn coincidences, so why the fuck were you following us?”

“We swear, we didn’t know you were here. This one just seemed safest. The doors were locked and the windows were shut and covered,” Rick explained.

“Mommy, are they going to hurt us?” Chrissy asked. I stiffened up while Rick and his group faltered.

“We don’t know sweetheart,” Alice replied, “just stay behind us.”

“You, you have kids with you?” Rick asked.

Suddenly defensive again you stepped closer to the man readjusting your aim, “yeah we do, so don’t think I won’t shoot you if I find it goddamn necessary.”

“How many walkers have you killed?” He asked.

“Excuse me?” I questioned.

“Rick-“ the woman seemed to be trying to stop him.

“How many zombies have you killed?” Aaron spoke.

I fell back a little, barely lowering my bow, “this is initiation, isn’t it? We answer your questions, you think of letting us in right?”

“Yes,” Rick nodded.

“How safe is your community?” I asked while looking back at my group.

“We have walls surrounding the houses we stay at,” Aaron offered.

“How much food you got typically?”

“Enough to feed everyone if we keep searching and farming,” Rick responded.

“You got kids at this place?”

“Yes,” Rick said.

“More than I can count,” I replied.

“What?” Rick questioned.

“Zombies, I’ve killed more than I can count.”

***

We all sat inside, eating some of what we could. It was night, but everyone was reluctant to sleep. Chrissy was the only one of us that felt safe enough to do so.

“How long have you guys been traveling together?” Rick asked.

“Basically from the start,” I replied, glancing at our group, “we don’t really let people in. It’s dangerous.”

Michonne nodded, “yeah, but it’s nice when it works out. Rick let me in even when I showed up and Aaron let us in when we made our way around here.”

“Yeah, we had one person join us. He died though. He was a good guy and a good friend,” I said.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Aaron responded.

“It’s fine, can’t keep thinking back to that. You guys a got a lot of people I’m guessing if you got walls and all?”

“Yeah, quite a bit,” Aaron chuckled, “even have a hot-headed archer like you.”

“He’s not wrong,” Rick smiled.

“Nah, I ain’t hot-headed, just protective.”

“He is too,” Michonne commented.

“You good with that thing?” Rick asked.

“Yeah, been using it most my life,” I told him.

“Good, we could use more hunters,” he said back.

“I’ll help any way I can.”

***

An hour after the sun came up we started our walk to their community, Alexandria. A unique name for a unique place. It wasn’t too far from the house we had squatted in the night before. The others in my group even became a little more comfortable with the group we had met just the day before. Alice and Ed, with Chrissy stuck between them, talked to Rick more than the other two because he also had a kid back at the community. Louise remained next to Aaron asking him questions about housing and the people there. Stephan and I walked together with Michonne. We talked simply about weapons and the defenses of the people in the town. I even asked if there was a classic bow at the weapons facility, explaining that it was my preferred weapon of choice.

It was mid-afternoon by the time we reached the walls of Alexandria. Rick and Michone walked in front while Aaron stayed in the back with us. They let us in easily. Others at the gate even came down to welcome us to the community. A woman named Rosa made her way to welcome us. The others happily smiled and conversed with the others, but I remained behind scouting out the area that was deemed safe. Sadly, with the life I have lived I always thought of something so spectacular as too good to be true.

More people came over to introduce themselves. It allowed others to give their introductions.

“Rick, you get the medicine?” A gruff voice just too familiar made my heart soar and then sink all in the same moment.

“Yeah, I got the pain killers and cold medicine should be enough good enough to keep us stocked till the end of winter.”

I stepped to the side to look at who Rick was speaking to. He looked different of course. The apocalypse had changed him, but at the same time he looked more like himself than he had ever before. I guess the biggest difference would be his hair which was now shoulder length.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered out, “Daryl.”

The archer looked toward me, his head turning faster than it did when he would hunt squirrels for me.

He breathed out my name, only staring. The second he took one step forward I moved quickly wrapping my arms around him.

“Holy shit, Daryl,” a few tears escaped my eyes as I pressed my face into his shoulder. Daryl wrapped his arms around me in return, reciprocating the hug.

“Y/n,” he mumbled into the fabric of my shirt as his hands grasped it. The hug we shared was one of desperate relief. I didn’t want to let go and it was clear that he felt the same.

It wasn’t until a little hand tugged at the hem of my shirt that I returned to what was going on around me. “Y/n,” Chrissy’s small voice pulled me out of focus which had been on Daryl.

Slowly I pulled myself away from the archer and kneeled down next to Chrissy. “Hey there little one,” I smiled kindly at the young girl.

“Is that him?” she asked with big round eyes.

“What do you mean sweetheart?”

“He’s the friend you had when you were a kid. He had a crossbow just like you said he did,” she pointed at the weapon Daryl hand strapped to his back.

“Oh um,” the little girl's perception was impressive and caught me off guard, “that’s my childhood best friend, Daryl Dixon.”

Edward and Alice both stepped forward and extended their hands to Daryl. Through all of this, both of them remained very civilized and polite people. I honestly found it impressive that they kept insisting their children be just as polite. Hell, I even made sure that they all knew when being polite wouldn’t help them in this life. “Hi Mr. Dixon, Y/n has told us so much about you,” Alice told him as he returned the handshake.

Daryl took Edward’s hand next and gave it a firm shake. “It’s true,” Edward chuckled and released Daryl’s hand. Edward turned to everyone and introduced our whole group. It was actually quite a shock to realize that Daryl seemed to talk about me with his group about as much as I talked about him with mine.

“You’re the oh so fantastic Y/n L/n?” Rosa asked with a teasing smirk on her face as she walked over to you, “he wasn’t exactly wrong when he described what you looked like, but you are definitely more badass than he led us to believe.”

“Yeah, I assure you that only has to do with the shitty circumstances of present day life.”

“I must say, you do not disappoint,” Rick joked, smiling my way as he clasped Daryl’s shoulder.

I laughed, and watched Daryl as his face remained tinted red. Of all people, I would know when Daryl Dixon could get a little flustered.

“You most certainly have a reputation to live up to,” Aaron added, “but I doubt that’ll be an issue for the incredible Y/n.”

“Wow, Dixon. You really talked me up, didn’t you?”

“Oh my god,” Rosa beamed, “Carol has to meet her.”

***

Settling into one of the many houses was pretty easy seeing as I didn’t have much with me anyway. We were able to find a house just big enough for our whole group. Well, I would be taking the couch till I was certain we were safe, but I wasn’t planning on leaving them all by themselves anytime soon.

Speaking of not leaving them, the group had accepted going to the welcome party for all of us. Though social situations aren’t my favorite, it would feel wrong not to keep an eye on my group and meet Daryl’s friends. According to the ones I had met, it was necessary for me to interact with Carol at some point tonight at the very least.

The party seemed fine, but it was never my thing. I didn’t care much for social gatherings. I never had, seeing as it was only ever me and Daryl. I escaped to the back deck with some lovely homemade alcohol in hand. It seemed that someone had noticed. Another person had joined me. She smiled slightly at me, like I was familiar to her but she didn’t want to scare me off.

“Hi, your Y/n, right?” she asked as if she already knew.

I nodded and smiled back, “you must be Carol.”

“Oh, yeah, I am,” she chuckled a bit, “this is honestly a little awkward, seeing as I know so much about you but you know so little about me.”

“Trust me, it’s fine, really. My group knows all about our favorite bowsman. The kids always loved to hear stories and the ones with Daryl were always a hit” I sipped from the glass I held loosely in my hand.

“Daryl would always tell stories about you too. He started telling them to Carl and Judith. But with time he spoke about you because he enjoyed it. He always shared funny little stories. He told a great one about that time you both tricked Merle and soaked him in mud.”

A genuine laugh escaped me, “I remember that, we stole the keys to his truck and splattered the shit all over him. God, he was so pissed. He made me wash his truck and made Daryl do his laundry for a week so that he wouldn’t tell. It was fucking worth it though.”

“You seem like a good person,” it was a sudden statement that caught me by surprise. She was assertive with her words, but it came out almost disappointed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I questioned.

“I’m sorry, it’s just. Around all of them he shared all the good things, but,” she stopped for a moment, “but without the others around he shared the bad. He had nightmares consistently. He worried about you constantly. It was hard for me to see him holding on so hard to someone who had left.” She took a sip of her own drink.

I leaned back, “you wanted someone you could blame, someone to be angry at for hurting him, for haunting him.”

“Yes,” she admitted solemnly, “but I’ve heard about your group and how you take care of them-“

“We take care of each other.”

“Yes, I understand that, I just mean that you protect them, you provide for them, you keep them safe. They are a responsibility, and you care for them deeply, just like you care for Daryl.”

“I was 17. I was a kid. I didn’t know anything and I didn’t know any better. I didn’t just leave. You think I never wanted to escape. I had a bag packed, filled with water, crackers, cash, and clothes in the back of my closet when I was 12. My mom found it a year later. She asked me why I had it. I told her the truth and the next day I went to school with half of a swollen face and bruises. I asked Daryl to run away with me everyday for a year. Age 14 to 15 and he always said no. He stayed for Merle. I stayed for him. I lost all hope after that one year. I was desperate and alone. So I left and then immediately left her behind. I had to get out. He just didn’t want to come with.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she seemed sincere enough.

“He didn’t know either. I mean, I grew up. I got to her size, but she was prepared. She could hurt me however she wanted because if I didn’t let her, if I didn’t listen to her she was going to destroy the Dixon’s. Merle kept selling drugs, even after probation. She knew what their dad did to them. Daryl would have been left with nothing. The second we left that town, she had no leverage over me anymore.”

“Daryl doesn’t know any of that, does he?” she seemed taken aback by the new information I had told her.

“Not unless my dad offered it up, which is highly doubtful.”

“You should tell him.”

“And say what? Not a day went by that I didn’t miss him. But I couldn’t go back,” I turned toward Carol, “you seem to be a genuinely good person as well. I just need time, and I think he does too.”

“Take all the time you need,” Carol placed her hand on my shoulder before returning to the party. I quickly drank the rest of my beverage and joined my group. They all smiled at my arrival while Daryl watched from the sidelines with an unreadable expression on his face.

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl imagines #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #rick grimes #michonne #twd carol

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all-my-friends-were-glorious · 3 years ago

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(( I want to torture myself and make a catch-all multimuse for other characters that I want to play but don’t want to make a like... Separate blog for. I might condense my unfinished Fear Street and Stephen King blogs into it, too... Maybe. I really like their URLs so maybe not.

The muse list so far:

Keef - Invader Zim

Zim - Invader Zim

Gaz - Invader Zim

Camilo - Encanto

Chris D'Amico - Kick-Ass

Todd Haynes - Kick-Ass

The Torn Prince - Thir13en Ghosts

The Angry Princess - Thir13en Ghosts

Dennis Rafkin - Thir13en Ghosts

Tina - Final Girls

Scabrous Scrotus - Mad Max Game

Adam Stanheight-Faulkner - Saw

Scott Tibbs - Saw

David - Saw

Peter Strahm - Saw

Carver Hawke - Dragon Age

Jethann - Dragon Age

Maric Theirin - Dragon Age

Cole - Dragon Age

Saemus Dumar - Dragon Age

Pietro Maximoff - X-Men Evolution

Wanda Maximoff - X-Men Evolution

Tabitha Smith - X-Men Evolution

Kurt Wagner - X-Men Evolution

Charles Xavier - X-Men First Class

Sean Cassidy - X-Men First Class

Specs - Insidious

The Lipstick Face Demon - Insidious

Travis Grady - Silent Hill

Dark Alessa - Silent Hill

Henry Townshend - Silent Hill

Maurice “Frenchie” Theriault - The Conjuring Universe

Valak - The Conjuring Universe

Janice/Annabelle Higgins - The Conjuring Universe

Belle - Amityville: The Awakening

Blake Gripling - As Told By Ginger

Courtney Gripling - As Told By Ginger

Hoodsey Bishop - As Told By Ginger

Ellis Lynch - Blair Witch Game

Lane - Blair Witch

I’m thinking about these two but I’m nervous lol I’m always scared no one will like my OCs.

Ethan Hawke - Dragon Age

Lysander Amell - Dragon Age

Other fandoms I’m considering characters from:

Deadman Wonderland (Two Muses; Rokuro, Toto Sakigami)

Descendents (One Muse; Gil)

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator (Three Muses; Joseph Christiansen, Christie Christiansen, Lucien Bloodmarch)

Fright Night 2011 (One Muse; “Evil” Ed Lee)

Idle Hands (Two Muses; Mick, Randy )

Lollipop Chainsaw (Three Muses; Swan, Mariska, Josey)

The Lost Boys (One Muse; Marko)

Night In The Woods (Two Muses; Humanized; Greggory, Mae)

Portal (Five Muses; Humanized; Space Core, Curiosity Core, Fact Core, Turret, Defective Turret)

Team Fortress 2 (Three Muses; OCs; RED Scout, RED Medic, BLU Scout)

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S - (One Muse; Bucky Buchanan)

I’d really like some input on these? DMs or asks or comments/reblogs open on this! Are there any muses you’d like to see? Any you think I shouldn’t have on here?

#Mr Meek Speaks (OOC)

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pastel-rights · 4 years ago

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My OC list for all the OCs I have, might do some headcanons/facts about if you guys want me to-

DHMIS

Sarah-Beth Lexington/Alblex (Buttons) ⭐️

The storybook/Tyler Anne

Charlotte Meldrum (Roy’s coworker?)

The intern/Kathrine Burns ⭐️

Coraline Windhime

Millie Arin (Twin sister of Lauren Arin, little sister of Lexi Arin/OG Larry)

Lauren Arin (Twin sister of Millie Arin, little sister of Lexi Arin/OG Larry)

FNaF

Katelyn Jones/Brown ⭐️

Rachel Afton ⭐️

Bianca Afton

Mabel Cardona (Daughter of town mayor) ⭐️

Jennifer Bellese (Mechanic) ⭐️

Gracie Windchester

Sally Face

Vanellope Oumado (AKA Ivory) ⭐️

Danganronpa

Ivory Komaeda (AKA Vanellope) ⭐️

Tara Amami (AKA Alexandra Dallas) ⭐️

BATIM

Tokua Stein

Undertale/DeltaRune

Arrow Adams ⭐️

Lucky Clovers

Angels of Death

Elizabeth Foster ⭐️

Creepypasta

Sandra Williams-Winston (Stitch and Cut) ⭐️

Randall Spots (AKA Randall)⭐️

Henry Stickmin

Isabella/Izze Stickmin

Identity V

Selene Madison

Fandomless/Multifandom

Long Maxwell (AKA God of Wrath)

Anthony Phoenix Maes (Twin Brother of Stephen Maes, Oldest sibling of the Maes Family)

Brooklyn Maes (Younger sibling of the Maes Family) ⭐️

Annabelle Maes (Youngest sibling of the Maes Family)

Kimblee Heathers (Oldest sibling of the Heathers Family)

Shawn Heathers (one of the younger siblings of the Heathers Family)

Charlie Larson ⭐️

Jackson Jones/Brown (Twin Brother of Katelyn Jones) ⭐️

Red ???

Emilia Willbrums

Alexander Larris (AKA Sin of Greed)

Connor Larris

Tamako Cho (AKA the Gardening Ghost)

Amane Yasuhiro ⭐️

Hayato Yasuhiro (AKA the musical sensation in the ghost world) ⭐️

Shunichi Yukii Yamane

Aoi Yamane (AKA the Stage Light Ghost) ⭐️

Michio Mitsuki

Kyoshi Kyoka

Lexi Hallows (Also known as Madame Hallows)

Charles Angelica Wright/Scout Scotts

Game/George (or Georgie) Hester ⭐️

Whitney Hester ⭐️

Glitch

Roxwell Ablex

Shiine Mitsuki

Lydia Alice

Tenari ???

Peaches Robinson

Chester ???

#just a bunch a OCs of mine lol

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coeuroses-blog · 6 years ago

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a JENNIE KIM lookalike was strolling down broadway street in their sonia rykiel floral print espadrille wedge sandals. rosalie ‘rosie’ lim just had a birthday bash for her twenty-first birthday. she has been living in new york city for her whole life. i hear she tends to be audacious at parties, but also kind of beguiling. ( cisfemale & she/her )

hi , everyone ! my name is evie and i am already in love with this rp . i'm twenty one years old , i live in eastern standard time near the beach , and this is my first tumblr rp ( i’ve missed group writing ) in a while so please bear with me . rosie is an oc that i've been wanting to write for ages so i can't wait to love y'all . also ?? discord is super new to me but i made one just in case : jennie looks like squirtle#6295 .

♡ . ❩ THE BASICS !

birth name . ga-yeong lim .

ATTENTION : was adopted when she was two years old by an american couple . her birth mother’s only request was to give rosalie a similar name if they were going to change it from ga-yeong , which means beautiful flower . not only did they honor her mother’s request but they never changed her last name so she could always honor her roots and heritage .

full name . rosalie ga-yeong lim .

nicknames . rosie , rose , petal , bambi .

age . twenty - one years old .

birthdate . october 16th .

( coincidentally , the same day that the first color photograph appeared on the front page of the new york times . the only other bit of excitement in the world , aside from rosie’s birth , her mother claims )

gender / pronouns . cisfemale & she/her .

nationality . american .

ethnicity . korean .

muse inspirations . carrie bradshaw , tahani al - jamil , london tipton , lottie labouff , cher horowitz , and elle woods .

vibe . spoiled sweet . the taste of sugar on your teeth after you have a caramel apple . well - meaning , a heart of gold hidden behind gold earrings , diamond necklaces . she possesses an overwhelming sparkle , a savagely kind glitter .

languages learned . thanks to an amazing tutor and her own natural abilities as a polygot , rosie can speak english , mandarin , korean , spanish , & french . she is learning japanese and portugese in her classes now .

occupation .

former childhood starlet . got her big break on a days of our lives - esque television show . she played the main character’s cute - as - a - button daughter from the time she was four and on . luckily , the show ( hawkin place ) was actually quality and received numerous awards . rosalie received her first award at the age of six and her adorable acceptance speech is still floating around .

current socialite . after hawkin place ended after fourteen seasons , rosalie was at loss as to what to do . should she try and make it in hollywood ? her mother thinks so . and rosie knows she can do it but she hasn’t quite gathered the courage to leave the nest and the protection of her home . so she is taking college classes and wasting her time .

♡ . ❩ THE PHYSICAL !

faceclaim . jennie kim of blackpink .

height . five feet , two and a half inches .

fun fact : when she went to get her driver’s license , she begged them to add the half inch to her height . they didn’t . so officially , in the eyes of the government , she’s five two . and that’s what it says in her google results too .

build . slim & small but curvy in the hip and chest area . has the hardest time finding pants unless she gets them especially from the petite section . hates her height because she’s always wanted to be taller . wears heels to overcompensate .

distinguishing features . her eyes . they’re what made her famous when she was younger and they’re what she plays up now . she has an incredibly pert nose that she spent forever learning how to wiggle like samantha stephens .

style . she dresses like the best part of the nineties . she has a soft spot for crushed velvet and silk , since she is especially sensitive to the texture of her clothes and how they feel on her skin . she loves to emphasize her curves so while her clothes flow , they also cling to her in the best way . usually in heels so that they ( and her personality ) can make her seem taller than she is .

♡ . ❩ THE PERSONALITY !

negative . absolutely desperate to fit in and be accepted . has the bad habit of not being a leader and laying down and taking whatever is given to her . she’s flighty and indecisive , she finds it easier to let other people decide for her instead of worrying . gives off the same vibe as a swooning maiden . attention - hungry . it’s because she was famous for so long and just knew that the whole world revolved around her . super naive . she believes in the good of people but she’s also insanely sheltered . impulsive as hell . will do anything if it will gain her a good reputation . she also has the habit of not thinking before she speaks and then immediately regretting opening her mouth . vain . she loves how she looks and is mostly unashamed of that fact . really bad about forgiving people . she can be petty as hell and gets hot over the littlest transgression . also , super desperate for love .

positive . insanely optimistic and kind . she is too nice for her own good and tends to get taken advantage of because of that . however , she is super genuine and that has always helped people like her , since she’s .... well , not as shallow as a kiddy pool but close . diplomatic to a fault . absolutely hates conflict . such a romantic . she loves romance and also sex . pleasure is pleasure in her eyes and she prefers to be on the receiving end but doesn’t mind giving as well .

♡ . ❩ THE TL;DR !

so this is gonna be a short biography until this weekend when i’ll have the time to type up something longer . anyways , rosie was born in america since her birth mother moved to america with rosie’s american - born korean father who had been visiting some relatives when he met and knocked her up . rosie’s father promised to take care of them so he brought her home to his parents’ house and he was freaking out and he promised to take care of her . they were in love tbh and he thought that the best way to support his newborn daughter would be to enlist in the military . but unfortunately , he died while in afghanistan . rosie’s mother was at a loss since they hadn’t married yet and she spiraled , trying to find someone to take care of her and rosie .

she found someone . but he was not a nice man . he got her addicted to drugs and after a while , child protective services came and took rosie away before sending her mother back to korea . as a result , rosie was adopted by an insanely wealthy and intelligent couple who had previously been unable to have children . rosie was spoiled rotten and she was spotted by a talent scout at a park one day . and they allowed her to be in hawkins place and the rest is history .

anyways , famous childhood and all that jazz . she has an impeccable reputation with the tabloids ( since her parents covered up the few scandals that she was involved in ) and now she has this beautiful apartment and this giant hole in her life where the show used to be . now , she travels , writes , paints ... does everything that she can to see if she can make herself feel fulfilled without taking the leap of faith that rebranding her film / tv career will take .

#death tw #war tw #wealthyhq:intro #i talk too much

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sassylavellen · 6 years ago

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WIP - Retribution

I swear I am still working on my fic that so far I have only released the prologue for... I just haven’t had a lot of time recently.

That and I’m also struggling with the idea of switching POVs... like keep in mind I am not a novel or short story writer by trade, I went to film school and took classes on how to write movie scripts, where everything is written in present tense and shifting POVs and perspectives is normal...

I’m also writing a different side of Evelyn that I don’t really talk much about, when she was younger and more aggressive, but it’s important to show her growing from this time in her life to where she will end up in Inquisition. It’s just hard because Inquisition Evelyn is easier and more familiar to write for.

I’m also debating if Moira should be added. There was always going to be one scene with her, but I’m wondering if I should add her as a companion character to the story. I mean, it was originally developed without her, but she is one of my favorites and she’s one of if not THE most universally loved character I’ve made here on the blog. The reason I’m hesitant is that this will mess up my Inquisition storyline for her, because it will have her meeting her future husband Stephen Trevelyan earlier than when she joins up as an Inquisition scout. I am completely unsure what to do there, I want to include her in this story, but I think her over-all storyline is better served by keeping her out until Inquisition.

I’m also nervous about incorporating an actual canon character into the story. As of right now my plan is to only have one. I’m not going to reveal who she is just yet... but she’s not someone like Alistair or Morrigan who play HUGE parts of the overall lore, but she is none-the-less a character I did not create and I’m a little scared of doing her wrong.

Something else I’m considering but might be difficult to do right, would be to put out a call to have reader’s OC Lavellans involved in a sequence where Evelyn reunites briefly with the clan. It would only be for a short chapter, but it might also be a bad idea since in my story, Evelyn is the only one who will become Inquisitor and that makes it sound like follower’s OC Lavellans don’t count... I don’t want it to come off that way. I also am trying to develop a Dalish Mage character and I’m awful at coming up with Dalish names...

Is there such a thing as a Dalish Name Generator?

Oh apparently there is... the more you know

Sorry I’m rambling now.

#Dragon Age Retribution #WIP

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amorremanet · 8 years ago

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describing my oc’s like a, “tag urself” meme because i felt like it:

Sebastian:

is full of love but also sadness and confusion

too soft to be Chaotic Gay, too chaotic to be Soft Gay

doesn’t get why his morbid, self-deprecating “jokes” aren’t funny

the, “hey hold my beer/coffee” friend but also the, “hey hold me, if i’m alone with my thoughts, i go to a Bad Place™” friend

high-key human disaster but he’s trying his best, okay

looks like a sinnamon roll, is actually a burned cinnamon roll, has literally been to hell and back, slightly charred

Pete:

constantly Dramatic™, perpetually Extra™, fluent in sarcasm and talking shit

Theatre Gay to end all Theatre Gays, he will fight you; acts like a Mean Gay™, but is soft inside and scared of getting hurt

aggressively supportive AND supportively aggressive

acts like he has it all together, but doesn’t think before starting shit

says he doesn’t care, actually does tho

stale cinnamon roll, has been in this world too long, too cynical

Margot:

high-key Judging You™, always Done with everything and three days past her bedtime

stone-hearted ice witch with a citrus-flavored center

Mean Gay™, but hey, she has a set of ethics

hums the mission impossible theme song when she’s working, it makes her feel cool

probably the Vodka Aunt friend

looks like she could kill you, is actually a stale sinnamon roll

Josie:

looks calm, but screaming on the inside

Neutral Goth, Chaotic Bi, Mom Friend™

dresses so nice because they have to be in control of something

their life is like trying to avoid the youtube comments, then seeing them anyway

too beautiful for 90% of the shit they go through

looks like a cinnamon roll (too good for this world), actually is a cinnamon roll; would give you their cinnamon rolls

Lucy:

HEY YOU GUYS LET’S TRY SCIENCE

CHAPSTICK FUTCH BABY LESBIAN SHE’S JUST HAPPY TO BE HERE

NO EDGELORDS ALLOWED, IT’S GOOD TO BE NICE AND EXCITED ABOUT THINGS, LET PEOPLE BE EXCITED, JEEZ.

doesn’t need to use all caps but she has SO!! MUCH!!!! ENTHUSIASM!!!!!!

get her on your team for roller derby or the scavenger hunt. seriously. do it.

looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you (but she’d rather not)

Stephen:

low-key Art Gay™, high-key Soft Gay™, the Dad Jokes Friend

laughs at his own jokes before he says the punchline

single, trying really hard to mingle, he may have misinterpreted?? ………or did he??? was that flirting or did he imagine it, like???? someone please help him??????

drag queen, sister of perpetual indulgence, wants to dance with somebody who loves him

would hum the pink panther theme for extra stealth

looks like he could kill you with his cinnamon rolls… and his tembleque… and his homemade ice cream…… aaaaand………

Sara Grace:

High Femme Ballet Lesbian, high-key Art Gay, Fruity Cocktails Cousin friend

says she speaks fluent cat, mostly just makes, “prrrrrfb” noises at her kitty

doesn’t think it’s pretentious to want to make out in an art museum, fuck you

one time, she won a law and order: svu trivia contest while totally shit-faced

she’s beauty, she’s grace, if she has an issue with you, she’ll bring it right to your busted face

looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a princess

Todd:

tries too hard, really needs to chill

high-key Hipster Bullshit Gay

that white boy in every philosophy class who thinks he knows what he’s talking about, but doesn’t

bashes all the things he loves for fear of being mainstream

please do not confuse the problematic fave

looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a low-key sinnamon roll

Conrad:

have u ever met the human version of a headache

don’t call him Hetero Satan, satan did nothing to deserve that

thinks loki is the true hero of the thor movies and the avengers

hey come on, he said, “no offense,” so why are you offended

doesn’t get why, “for the greater good” and, “some animals are more equal than others” are bullshit

garbage. like, really, he’s just………… trash

Adelaide:

Neutral Bi, Lawful Prep, Wine Mom Friend

always ready to DO ALL THE THINGS!!! JUST YOU WAIT.

is everybody’s cool big sister, whether they particularly want her to be or not

snarkmaster 5000 from the planet Done™

but if she keeps her mind active and her body moving at all times, she will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair and/or punching someone in the face

looks like a sinnamon roll and actually is a sinnamon roll

Max:

tries too hard, always stressed

the Dad Friend, also a literal dad

how do you interpersonal skills, we just don’t know

my god, does he try

here’s your token hetero character who doesn’t suck, straight people. the rest of them are pretty much garbage.

looks like a jerk, is actually a stale cinnamon roll

Yael:

Low-Key Femme Protest Lesbian, Mama Bear Friend, Badass Grandma, loves her wife so much

Chaotic Gay, Political Angry, actively repels anything even remotely resembling chill

always looks like she’s plotting and/or up to something, but that’s because she usually is

excuse you, children, but she and her wife and so many fallen friends didn’t spend their lives fighting against oppressive systems for you to hate yourself, you are a star and you don’t have to listen any white hetero-capitalist patriarchal pigs who say otherwise, don’t you dare let the bastards get you down for too long, because that is NOT what these fights have been about — yes, she is do re mi fa so done with your shit, but in like, a loving and supportive way

isn’t allowed to chaperone the girl scouts when they go sell cookies at the stop and shop anymore, she got too enthusiastic, people got scared

looks like a sinnamon roll, and probably wouldn’t kill you. ……probably. but you are cordially invited not to test her on this.

Elizabeth:

Soft Butch Library Lesbian, Whisky Grandma Friend

Neutral Gay, Chaotic Prep, calm but terrifying when enraged

has a constant twinkle in her eye, especially while being subtly snarky at people who don’t get it

she’s very sorry for her wife’s lack of chill, but also usually thinks Yael is right, sooooo……… she’ll only rein Yael in if things get really out of hand

isn’t like a regular teacher, she’s a cool teacher, right, kids? gets a rush of excitement whenever she gets an excuse to make a dirty joke while teaching

looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a sinnamon roll

Julian:

hiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee! he’s here to ruin everything!!

high-key Chaotic Neutral Gay, high-key Nihilistic Gay

got a “cease and desist” letter from kesha this one time

is the Tequila Cousin friend

got sick of people hurting him and decided to hurt other people for a change

sinnamon roll that you bought two years ago at a backwoods gas station, then lost on the floor of your car, and now it’s all grody and there’s mildew inside the wrapper and ugh, gross

Annie (Antoinette):

genuinely doesn’t understand how Extra™ she is

feels like the fuck-up twin because she’s always treated like the fuck-up twin

smiles like a stepford daughter, is actually made of rage and sadness

Chaotic Bi, but she’s so deep in the closet that the Narnians are charging her rent

says she’s just happy to be here, but only because her bullshit family made her say that

is exempted from the cinnamon roll meme pending attempts to get her away from her abusers and into therapy

#ocs tag #oc development #mine: writing #sebastian moncrieff: mutant disaster #pete arden: dramatic disaster #margot gabriel: chainsmoking disaster #josie quinn: empath disaster #lucy murphy: hemokinetic disaster #stephen gardener: precious disaster #sara grace kelley #todd burroughs: art film disaster #conrad hennen #adelaide moncrieff: ambitious disaster #maximilien moncrieff #yael lehrer: probably done with your shit #elizabeth woodham #julian richter #antoinette chamberlain #longish post//

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sassylavellen · 7 years ago

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OC as Companion Meme #2

I was tagged by the amazing - @seboostianillustrations! Thanks for the tag, lovely!

Inquisitor’s Name: Stephen Trevelyan

Race / Class / Specialization: Human | Rogue | Artificer

Gender Identity: Male

Varric’s Nickname for them: Champ

Short bio:

The youngest child in the Noble Trevelyan household of Ostwick, Stephen grew up wanting nothing and having everything. He devoted his life to mastering archery. He would go on to win the archery medal in the Ostwick tourney four years in a row. He has three sisters, the eldest (Alyssa) is a mage formerly of the Ostwick Circle, another (Amanda) a Templar for the Ostwick Chantry, and his closest sister Holli, who was the one most likely to inherit their ailing father’s estate and titles.

Stephen traveled to the conclave with his sister Holli to seek out their other sisters, both of whom were on opposing sides of the mage rebellion. When the conclave exploded, Holli was killed and Stephen was injured, but survived.

What would their companion card look like?

Initial Card: Stephen, in profile view with his head down, an arrow set to his bow.

Loyalty (result A): Stephen wearing a circlet on his head, eyes lowered with a book in one hand, and the other raised, as if taking an oath

Loyalty (result B):

Stephen from behind, looking over his shoulder. The Inquisition emblem visible on his cloak.

Recruitment mission:

Stephen can be recruited in Haven once either In Hushed Whispers or Champions of the Just has been completed. Prior to this, he is in Haven and The Herald can speak with him, where he will say he is thinking of joining the Inquisition once he has recovered from his injuries. The Herald will have the option to console him about the loss of his sister Holli, or tell him to toughen up.

Once the aforementioned missions have been completed, Stephen will be waiting outside the Chantry after the first cutscene with Dorian/Cole being recruited. Stephen will thank the Herald for saving one of his other sisters (Alyssa if the Herald sided with the Mages, Amanda if the Herald sided with the Templars) and that he wishes to join the Inquisition officially. The Inquisitor will then either accept his offer, turn down his offer, or request that he join as a scout working for Leliana.

Where they would be in Skyhold / Haven:

In Haven, Stephen can be found near one of the cabins.

In Skyhold, Stephen can be found on one of the ramparts near where Varric introduces Hawke.

Personal quests:

Quest 1:

In haven, prior to being recruited, talking with Stephen will open up a war table operation that will yeild crafting materials and a schematic for a masterwork battle bow.

Quest 2:

Talking to Stephen in Skyhold once enough approval has been gained will prompt a cutscene where Stephen will reveal that one of his elder sisters may still be alive. Who the sister is will depend on if the player chose “In Hushed Whispers” or “Champions of the Just”, as one sister will be saved in each of those quests.

(Find Alyssa) If the Inquisitor sided with the Templars, Stephen’s sister Amanda will be saved and he will ask the Inquisitor to help him find his mage sister Alyssa. He heard a rumor that she had been spotted near Redcliffe and had escaped being taken over by Corypheus. They travel there and find out she was captured by raiders and taken somewhere else in the Hinterlands near Valamar. No matter what happens, Alyssa will be dead when you arrive. The Inquisitor can either allow Stephen to take revenge on the raider leader (Stephen approves) or bring her to Skyhold to face judgement (Stephen slightly disapproves). If the Inquisitor pardons the leader, Stephen will greatly disapprove. If the Inquisitor executes the leader, Stephen approves. The Inquisitor will also have a prompt to allow Stephen to execute the leader, to which Stephen greatly approves.

(Find Amanda) If the Inquisitor sided with the Mages, Stephen’s sister Alyssa will be saved and he will ask the Inquisitor to help him find his templar sister Amanda. He had a report from Charter saying she was spotted in Crestwood, and that Red Templars were also spotted nearby. He is worried that she is involved with the Red Templars and asks that they find her as soon as possible. When they arrive in Crestwood, Amanda will be in a camp of Red Templars. Once the hostile Red Templars have been slain, Amanda will collapse, revealing that they made her take the red lyrium and that it’s killing her. The Inquisitor will have three options: leave her to die (Stephen greatly disapproves), Stephen mercy kills her (Stephen approves), or the Inquisitor will mercy kill her (Stephen slightly approves). Depending on the following dialogue it is possible to comfort Stephen and gain more approval.

Quest 3:

Once enough approval has been gained, talking with Stephen in Skyhold will prompt a cutscene in which he will reveal to the Inquisitor that his father is near death, and that he is next in line to inherit his father’s titles and standings. Stephen will confess he is unsure if he wishes to take his father’s place once he dies and that he was never meant for it, but since Holli died and the other remaining sister is either a mage or a templar (depending on who the Inquisitor sided with to close the breach), he is the most likely to inherit. He also mentions that with the right connections, his cousin Cordon Trevelyan could take his place and inherit.

The Inquisitor will have two options at the war table: Support Stephen (Stephen slightly approves) or Support Cordon (Stephen greatly approves)

How to get their approval/disapproval:

Break down of his Approval Ratings for Major Missions:

Fate of the Mages Conscript: Slightly Disapproves Ally: Approves.

Fate of the Templars Disband: Slightly Disapproves Ally: Approves

Inquisitor’s Lead: A Dwarf/Elf/Qunari Stands for us all: Slightly Approves. Example as a Mage: Approves. For Faith: Approves. For Order: Slightly Approves. For What’s Right: Greatly Approves. To Stop Corypheus: Approves. For Personal Power: Disapproves. For Vengeance: Slightly Disapproves.

Fate of the Wardens Exile: Slightly Disapproves. Ally: Slightly Approves.

Ruler of Orlais Gaspard: Slightly Approves. Briala: Disapproves. Celene: Slightly Disapproves. Reunite: Slightly Disapproves. Spare Everyone: Greatly Approves. Arrest Florianne: Approves. Save Celene: Slightly Approves. Kill Celene: Greatly Disapproves.

Abelas Alliance Ally: Slightly Approves. Reject: No reation.

Drink from the Well: Inquisitor Drinks: Approves Morrigan Drinks: Slightly Disapproves

Are they romanceable?

Can you have sex with them?

Are they open to polyamoury?

If they can be romanced and are not, will they begin a relationship / relationships with other character(s)? If so, who?

If Stephen is a scout instead of a companion, and the Inquisitor is Dalish and they recruited Moira (see my previous OC as companion post), Stephen and Moira will begin a relationship.

who are they friendly with?

Cassandra, Varric, Blackwall, Iron Bull, and Dorian.

Who do they dislike?

Dislike is a strong word, but he doesn’t always get along with Sera, Cole, Solas, and Vivienne.

Opinions on mages / templars / how the world is going to shit?

Stephen is fairly neutral to both, but does not like the fighting that has been happening and how it is tearing his family apart. He realizes that the Templars are necessary, but he thinks Mages should be given more freedom.

Something guaranteed to make them leave the party:

Once recruited, he will remain a companion until the end, but if approval with him was low, he will not return in Trespasser.

Special Events:

Imprisoned at Redcliffe: How is your Inquisitor holding up in Redcliffe, being slowly infected with red lyrium over the course of a year?

Not recruitable until after this mission.

At the Winter Palace: Does your Inquisitor enjoy the party, any special events with them at the Palace?

Stephen doesn’t care for Orlesian politics, but knows how to talk and handle himself in court.

In the Fade: Your Inquisitor’s reaction upon entering the Fade? Archdemon’s taunt, and Inquisitor’s response? Epitaph on their grave?

Stephen is bewildered that they survived and does not immediately accept that he really is in the fade.

The Nightmare demon will taunt him that he let his sisters die and that nothing he does will ever earn the love or respect of his father. Stephen will shout back that if the nightmare focused on his father than it clearly never knew his mother.

The Epitaph on his grave reads “thrown to the beasts”

Trespasser: What is your Inquisitor up to two years after Corypheus’ defeat? Any special events with them over the events of Trespasser?

If Stephen remains with the Inquisition, he has been settling matters with his family and aiding his cousin settle in to his new role as monarch of the Trevelyan family. He returns to the Winter Palace to support the Inquisitor.

If Stephen becomes the monarch of the Trevelyan family, he has been busy adjusting to his new lifestyle. He comes to the Winter Palace, hoping to get away from it for a while.

If Stephen became a scout, he will appear as an NPC with Charter.

If Stephen became a scout, the Inquisitor was Dalish, and recruited Moira as a scout, he and Moira have continued their relationship and are expecting their first child.

Other Major Events: Any other major events that happen with them over the course of the main game?

None

Wow it’s 1:37 AM and I have been working on this for over an hour lol Still fun tho!

#Stephen Trevelyan #My OCs

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