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diejager · 2 years

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Ooo I just love how you write platonic yanderess

Can you write a platonic yandere Ghost with his little sister😗

Of course. Of course.

Pairing : Big brother Simon "Ghost" Riley & little sister reader

Cw: canon violence, death, Ghost background, death, murder, dark, platonic yandere, protective Ghost, murder, mental breakdown, depression, trauma.

Wc: 1.3k

The last thing he wanted people to know - even his team - was about his civilian life, the secrets he held under lock and key near his heart, and a hard appearance. He protected what little was left of his old life fiercely, he wasn't Simon Riley anymore, he was "Ghost" now and that's all people knew. All the pain and torture he went through, from digging himself out of his grave to finding his family murdered, dead in the home they thought safe.

He remembered going home, exhausted and ecstatic to see his family, he celebrated Christmas with his family, drinking and eating at Tommy's house, you sitting next to him - your older brother. He was lucky that everyone was free that night, you both had unpredictable schedules, him being a red beret and you a field medic. Although he never had the chance to work with you, you were always skilled with your hands, bandaging and nursing his wounds.

You fixed him up when your dad got too drunk, Simon used to wrap himself around your body and receive every hit and berate of degrading insults your dad liked to spew. Simon protected you and you played his nurse until it became too real, you left for military service a few years after him, wishing to help the one who protected you so often.

He left to drink with friends on the eve, military buddies, you promise to come back once you got something from your flat near the edge of Downtown Manchester (it was a bit far, but always noisy, it helped quell the nightmares that silence brought).

He rushed home when he finished with whatever Sparks had done, ending him and his accomplice. They knew where he was before, it put his family at risk, then the call he got only solidified his fears when he stepped into Tommy's house, door open and lights off.

He found you sobbing, kneeling over Tommy and Joseph's bodies, cradling them. The dread and devastation he felt were overpowering, his life in the military had cost him his happy family. He was served revenge on a silver platter, a few scrapes here and there, but you two had disappeared in the dead of Christmas.

Everything from public relationships to your face was a risk, and somehow, he managed to keep you by his side wherever he served. You were the medic and him the lieutenant; (Name) and Simon Riley were dead, simply Doc and Ghost. That's how the world knew you and how Task Force 141 called you. Doc and Ghost, stuck by the hips, wearing similar masks and worked spectacularly together.

You were the last of his family, of the life he had before the murder - his dreamy heaven - so he kept you close, he protected you like he did when you were younger. If they got too close, he'd dispose of them immediately. Your safety was his top priority, whatever he did was for you, and the purpose he built himself was to ensure that you'd live.

He wanted you to stay, the agonizing pain of feeling lost and alone was harrowing, and he couldn't risk the chance of losing you too. They haunted him in his sleep, the memory of their deaths and his regrets, it all loomed over him like a reminder of his mistakes - his failures. The 'what if's lingered in his mind, the 'should have' and 'could have' becoming a mainstream of his thoughts when he looked at himself in the mirror; what if he never joined the army; what if he was there that night; he should have been there with them, instead of drinking at a bar; he could have saved you the grief and pain he felt, the one you shared like an open wound.

It should have been him.

He told himself that so many times, to you and himself, always mumbling about it at night, pointing the finger at himself for the loss. You stayed by his side, smaller arms wrapped around him like a blanket of comfort, warm and reassuring with words that pushed back his demons. He loved you so much, for being here and for always sticking to him.

You don't blame him for it, he doesn't understand how you don't, he saw it as his fault for bringing the enemy home.

"'S not your fault, Si," you whispered to him, his mental state too fragile for loud noises. His ears were ringing, almost so loudly that he thought his mind would implode on itself. You knew he felt everything much stronger, being the eldest of the trio he felt more responsible. "You're not to blame, Si. None of it, ya understand?"

He liked how your hands held his, gripping him tightly to bring him back to earth, far away from his violent mind. You supported him when he crashed and he held you when you broke, their deaths never left you, it simply brought you closer together than you'd think possible.

You closed yourself from others and built a wall of brick and cement, yet you smiled and socialized freely, you spoke enough for you both - or so Ghost insisted. He grew colder, callous, and brash with others, reserving his sweeter and softer side for you.

He stood near you, practically looming over you with his height of 6'4, broad shoulders, dark fatigues; a giant wall of muscle, you'd tease him, though you knew he was only protecting you. He's grown wary of everything that tried to approach you, he would stand before any approaching figure and glare them down.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, you were told from the file Price sent you, walked to meet you, smiling broadly and eyes squinting from the bright sun that bared down on the base. Besides him was Gaz, Kyle Garrick, olive-skinned and leaner than both males - blockheaded blokes, you called Simon and Soap.

His newly formed habit stood out the moment Ghost moved to block you from their sights, standing high and sneering when they stood feet away from you. You saw them flinch, hesitation seen through their eyes before they closed in, greeting Ghost who stared at their hand.

"Doc, pleasure meeting you, Soap, Gaz," you moved around Ghost, tapping his forearm reassuringly, his tense form slumping slightly. "He's Ghost, sorry 'bout him, he's not much of a people's person." Ghost huffed as you shook their hands, peering between them to the other duo approaching: Captain John Price and Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Ghost acted once more, moving to guard you even though he knew Price prior to the formation of Task Force 141, you both knew him. You shook his hand, bowing your head lightly out of respect for the experience and battle-hardened man.

Other than guarding you, he hoarded your attention like a dragon hoarding his gold, keeping you by his side wherever he went as much as he stuck to yours. Per your conditions, you and Ghost would always be assigned together, and Price sympathetically complied. You bunked together and ate on the same table, he warded away unsavory glances and you lashed out at those that glowered at Ghost.

Although you'd burn the world for Ghost, he took it a step further, he took it upon himself to take care of whatever plagued you. Be it harassment from a fellow soldier, he'd disappear the next day; be it an unintentional threat to your safety, properly disposed of; be it someone who's trying to get close to you, too close to you, would find themselves jumping into an oncoming train.

He did as he should to keep you from harm, any kind that would mean losing you. A desperate man takes desperate measures, and Simon "Ghost" Riley is the most desperate elder brother in the world.

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gaysindistress · 1 year

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Sad girl - nine

summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, guns, violence (it is a mob au after all), Bucky’s smartass, kissing, talks of being held at gunpoint, fluff??????

word count: 2.2k

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Her phone alarm starts to go off and her hand blindly reaches out from under the covers to find it on the nightstand. Before she can find it, someone leans over her, body weight keeping her pinned down, and hits the stop button for her. She has to rack her brain for who the hell would be in her bed but the cologne is a dead giveaway.

“Good mornin’” his voice is low and gruff, cracking from sleep.

“Good morning,” she whispers as she turns to look at him, the sun hitting his chest and bouncing off the metal around his neck. His eyes are still closed so she takes the opportunity to look over the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. It’s a mural of portraits, the faces of men and women that must be important to Jam… Bucky. She recognizes the face of his sister next to a man and woman who she assumes are his parents.

As if he can feel her observing eyes, one of his blue ones flutters open and watches her through his lashes. He could say something to explain why he has a portrait sleeve but the risk of scaring her is too high. She had rolled off his chest at some point in the night however having her within arms reach is enough for him.

“I can feel you looking at me.”

“Says the one who was staring at me first,” he turns on his side to face her, dog tags sliding and clinging as he moves.

“I was merely observing you.”

“Hmmm.”

Her fingers reach out to touch the dog tags but freeze, not knowing if she would be invading his space by doing so.

“You can touch them,” he says, sensing her hesitation.

Picking up the dog tags, her cold fingers brush against his sun-warmed skin and cause him to shiver. Her thumb brushes over the raised lettering, reading over his name, birthday, and military title among other things.

“You’re a Pisces.”

“That I am.”

A moment passes before she speaks again, hesitant about the knowledge she’s about to ask about.

“I didn’t know you were a sergeant,” she says her eyes finding his, and continues to trace the lettering.

“Not many people do.”

“Why’s that?”

His hand gently circles his wrist, keeping her hand against his chest, “It doesn’t get brought up.”

“Doesn’t get brought up or you don’t want to talk about it?”

“Probably a bit of both.”

“Do you want to talk about it? With me I mean.”

He gives her wrist a tug and pulls her onto his chest as he rolls back onto his back, “What do you want to know?”

“Is that how you know Steve and Sam?’’

“Steve is a friend from childhood but Sam, Steve, and I did all serve together in Iraq.”

“So that’s how you’re a freelance contractor,” she mutters mostly to herself but Bucky still hears.

“My dad and Steve’s dad were into some shady business growing up so we joined the army to get away from all of it. Coming back, we had a skill set our dads didn’t so we got caught up in it. Sam joined us, looking for a job after he got out and that’s how he got involved.”

She can hear the thumping of his heart against his rib cage and feel his voice through his chest as he speaks. There is sadness in his voice when he talks about his service.

“I’m not in my dad’s business anymore but it’s still not the best to be a part of. The money’s great, morally not so much,” he continues on, “I try to only take on the really bad jobs but you have to go where the work is sometimes.”

“You’re a morally grey freelance contractor. Not bad but not good,” she suggests.

A chuckle rumbles through his chest, “I guess you could say that.”

She moves her head to look up at him, cheek pressed against the plains of his chest, “You’re a better man than my father.”

“You really think so?” there is a twinge of hope in his voice that she actually believes that.

“Are you selling highly potent drugs and nearly indestructible weapons to very dangerous people? No, you are not. You got caught up in the life of organized crime and choose to make the most of it and do good where you can. So yes you are a far better man than Anthony Stark. Steve and Sam are very lucky to have you as a friend.”

The hope he felt fully spread through his body, warming his heart and cheeks as a smile spreads across his face at her words. Some days he catches glimpses of a relationship forming but the fade when she ardently reminds him that she is not his and will never be. Come to think of it, she has yet to remind him of that but it’s only a matter of time.

“Some people might disagree with you on that one, Doll.”

“Then they can come to talk to me and I’ll set them straight. I’m the only one who gets to bully you.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. It’s my job to keep you in check,” teasing him, she props herself up so she can properly look at him.

“And to remind me that you’re in charge here and don’t belong to me,” the risky statement is one that he curses himself for trying but deep down he has to at least test the waters.

“You’re right. I am not property so I don’t belong to anyone. However this ring and necklace,” her left hand comes up to her ‘B’ necklace, “do a pretty good job of leading people to think that you’re the one calling the shots when we know it’s really me.”

“Ya know Doll, you keep saying that but I have yet to see you prove it.”

“Oh, you want to see me prove it?” she giggles as she pushes herself fully up and goes to straddle him, “you don’t think I can be in charge?’

“I don’t doubt it, just haven’t seen it yet,” his hands catch her hips as she settles onto his lap and smiles up at her, toothy grin on full display.

“Hmmm,” she places her hands on his chest, steadying herself, “what can I do to prove that I’m the boss man here?”

“If I answer that wouldn’t that mean I’m the boss man?”

“Oh shut up,” and with that she leans down, pressing her lips against his. A soft groan of appreciation gets caught in between their lips as she shifts against him, rubbing him through his boxers unintentionally.

“I think I like kissing you,” she mutters against his lips before diving back into a kiss.

His hands grab her face as it deepens and he can’t help but chase after her lips when she pulls away to breath.

“What do I have to do to get you to love kissing me?” he asks.

“Keep kissing me.”

“Yes ma’am,” they both giggle into their kiss as he flips them over. Her hair sprawls out on the bedsheets when she bounces back slightly and his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of her, completely carefree and pliable under him. This is something he could get used to.

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Given that it’s a Sunday morning, she decided that she wasn’t going to get up unless absolutely necessary. Bucky, on the other hand, had to leave the warm bed, saying something about training sessions with Steve as he picked up his clothes. With a wink, he walks out of the room in his boxers and clothes in his arms, giving her quite a nice view.

Finally she has time to herself and with that comes the rushing memories of yesterday. The book on her night stand seems like a good distraction so she picks it up and attempts to lose herself in the reimagined Romeo and Juliet story.

She’s successful in her task because nearly 2 hours go by without her even noticing. Her stomach makes a loud declaration that she needs to go get some food NOW. After setting her book down, she slides her old college sweatshirt over the t shirt she’d worn to bed and puts the socks she’d kicked off in her sleep back on.

‘I should really invest in some slippers,’ she thinks to herself as the cold stairs seeps through her socks on her way to the kitchen.

Like usual, Natasha is at the counter, typing away at her computer and a cup of coffee next to her.

“Good morning, Nat,” Doll greets her while opening the fridge to grab creamer and making her own coffee.

“Right back at you. How are you after,” she pauses for a second and waves her hand around as she continues, “everything?”

“Haven’t been held at gunpoint before so ya know, not great but alive.”

“That’s fair. I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I don’t think he would’ve actually shot me but I would pay to see what Bucky’s reaction would’ve been if he had.”

The nickname sliding off her tongue brings a smile to Natasha’s face but she doesn’t mention it.

“I’m sure he would’ve burned the world down if it meant bringing John to justice. He’d do just about anything to keep you safe.”

Doll nods her head after taking a sip of her coffee. She sees the smile and glint in Natasha’s eye and it’s contagious because she too is smiling at the thought of Bucky and her. The moment is broken by the sound of Steve and Bucky arguing.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you; I won that round fair and square,” Steve asserts as Bucky is shaking his head.

“You got in a cheap shot. That’s not winning fair and square,” Bucky argues back as they step into the kitchen.

The two men are both in workout clothes but the way Bucky’s tight shirt perfectly fits his torse and biceps has her averting her eyes so the burn of her cheeks stops. Natasha giggles at her reaction, earning a side eye from Bucky and Steve both. Steve is the one to notice the other woman first.

“Morning Doll!”

She smiles at him but Bucky’s grin catches her attention. Steve takes the hint and turns his attention to Natasha, both pretending to notice the look that the two idiots are sharing.

Rounding the island, he pulls her into his side by her hip as he steals a sip from her coffee cup. The look they share isn’t necessarily one of love but it’s definitely bordering it. For it to be love, they’d have to admit they like each other and enjoy the other’s company and good luck getting two stubborn people to do that.

“Jesus that’s sweet. Would you like some coffee with your creamer?”

“Maybe don’t steal my cup,” rolling her eyes, she takes her cup back and their fingers brush against each other.

“How was your morning?” he moves away to get his own cup as he asks her.

“Good, better than yours from the sounds of it.”

“Just so you know I won and Bucky is a sore loser,” Steve pipes up.

“You’re a cheater so I have every reason to be a sore loser.”

“Hmm okay sure whatever you say,” laughing, Steve and Natasha leave the kitchen, giving them some space and time alone.

Bucky leans against the counter opposite of her, watching her as she giggles and waves goodbye to them.

“I hate to ruin your good morning but Steve and I were talking about the possibility that John could try to pull something if we had a big wedding. It might be safer to postpone it or have a private ceremony until we can figure out what to do next.”

“Oh um, yeah I guess that’s fair. Isn’t the wedding date written into the contract though?”

He sets his cup down and crosses his arms, “Yes but your safety is more important. I’m sure we could work something out with your father.”

“You clearly don’t know him that well. Let’s just do a private ceremony and we can have a big reception later on.”

His eyebrow raises in surprise, “You want to have a big wedding?”

“I mean I always dreamed of having a big wedding growing up. Even if it’s not exactly how or who I envisioned myself getting married to, I would still like to have one.”

That hurt his heart more than he’d like to admit.

Realizing how that sounded, she quickly tries to recover, “Wait that’s not what I meant. I mean yes we are in an arranged marriage but I’m happy that it’s you that I’m getting married to. I just wasn’t picturing my marriage to be an arranged one is all.”

His hands find her arms, “It’s okay, Doll. I understood what you meant and for what it’s worth, I’m happy it’s you who I’m marrying as well. I don’t think anyone else would be able to handle this life or put up with me.”

“You make it sound like you’re the big bad wolf.”

“I thought I was a vampire,” tugging her into his chest, he holds her close.

“The jury is still out,” her response is muffled by his shirt as she encircles his waist with her arms.

“Tell them to hurry up. We’ve got a wedding in a couple of weeks and I’d like to know if I should avoid garlic bread.”

“Oh shut up,” she laughs into his chest, content and at peace.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #mob!bucky #mob au #mob!bucky barnes and reader #mob!bucky barnes imagine #mob!bucky barnes x reader #sad girl - bucky barnes

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 7 months

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Happy Friday! We’re trying something new here, which is posting some of my background head canons that underpin my Rohan fics, starting with How Does Rohan’s Military Work?

—The éored is the basic unit of Rohan’s army, and éoreds are geographically organized. Each town or settlement should have at least one (larger towns/cities have more than one), drawing from the population of that town and the surrounding lands. If a particular area does not have a sufficient population to sustain an independent éored, adjoining communities pool together. One éored = 120 riders in full status.

—Some of the éoreds trace their history back to the time of Eorl and the first arrival of the Rohirrim in Rohan. Others are newer, added as the population increased over time and the army needed to expand. They have distinctive personalities/cultures based on local conditions and their leaders, and some are specialized in particular skills (the mountain-based éoreds, for example, excel at cold-weather combat).

—Every year, the 15-year-olds of each community are put through an apprenticeship in the basic skills needed to be an effective éored member: horsemanship, weapons usage, basic military strategy. (Many of the teens are already fairly proficient riders and fighters because they learn from their parents, but that’s informally done. Some of the dads go full on Stage Parent (Stable Parent?) in terms of trying to make sure their kid is way better than everyone else, and this can cause resentment/estrangement as it does in the real world.)

—The whole apprenticeship/qualification process is overseen by a senior leader of the local éored whose job is selection and training of new members (the “skill master”). The apprenticeship culminates in a qualification test at the end of the year. Those who meet the standards are appointed junior members of that community’s éored. In towns with multiple éoreds, the skill masters run the process collectively and decide how to divide the qualifying members between them.

—If you fail to qualify, you can try again in a future year. Those who pass spend the next few years continuing to learn at the side of their éored-mates. Each éored’s captain decides when a junior member has sufficiently developed to be given full rider status.

—There are a number of official jobs within each éored that have leadership status. These include skill master, horse master, weapons master, banner bearer and captain (the official title of an éored’s captain is “marshal” but that can be confusing in light of the other, higher position of Marshal of the Mark, so I’m just using captain here). These positions are filled from within each éored whenever they become vacant due to death, retirement, etc.

—Moving between éoreds is extremely rare and generally only happens when the population change in an area requires a reordering of the éoreds (adding or subtracting). This is because members want to stay close to their original geographic base (this is where their families’ ancestral lands are, after all) and also because it’s better for group cohesion to keep consistent memberships.

—Each éored has a specific tattoo design that all members get on their shoulder or bicep when first appointed. The designs vary widely, but they’re meant to be small and relatively simple. These serve both to reinforce group cohesion and also as a means of non-written identification for dead or wounded soldiers (i.e., a dead soldier can be returned to his people based on his éored mark even if the deceased is unknown to the person finding the body).

—In Edoras, Helm’s Deep and Aldburg, there is one specific éored each that is designated to the service of a Marshal of the Mark (First/King’s Marshal in Edoras, Second/West-mark Marshal in Helm’s Deep and Third/East-mark Marshal in Aldburg). These are generally given the strongest and best rider candidates from their cities each year, and they are viewed as more prestigious than the other éoreds.

—Because almost all éored leadership is promoted from within but the Marshals of the Mark are chosen from across Rohan, getting appointed to one of the Marshal of the Mark positions is one of the only ways that anyone moves between éoreds (beyond those specified above based on population changes). If you are one of those people, you would then have multiple éored tattoos. To avoid confusion, some defining mark is made to clarify which is current (a line through the old one, or some extra distinguishing feature added to the new one).

—Any other movement between éoreds not covered above can only be done with the consent of the presiding Marshal of the Mark, and approval is given in only the most unique circumstances.

—Edit: Should have made this clearer initially: The captain of each éored has a lot of autonomy over their own crew (though in cities with more than one, the senior captain plays a coordinating role among them). But formally they take direction from the relevant Marshal of the Mark, and those 3 take direction from the king.

So, there it is. I’m posting this on the suggestion of the lovely @sotwk and I picked this topic to start because it’s one that she and I have been discussing (also, I found my Google doc with all the details so this is a more coherent laying out of things than what I pulled from the top of my head earlier!).

I love ALL of this stuff and am not offended at all by people who have diverging or conflicting ideas so please feel free to share if anyone is so inspired!

#lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #rohan #head canons #rohan’s military #your mileage might vary but this works for me #éoreds and riders and marshals oh my

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symbiotic-slime · 4 months

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idk how much you’re willing to spoiler about your fic BUT I am so curious if there will be any other avatars besides Eddie/Venom & which entities you associate with which characters!! :o I always thought a tma/marvel crossover would be so cool, I’m so interested in this :]

I’m always happy to share more about these fics!! I admittedly haven’t thought of many characters since I’ve basically only made lore for Eddie/Venom and Flash 😅 I’m hoping the fics will be written like a statement/series of statements!

for what entities they’d serve, I think Eddie would be an avatar of the Corruption! it just fits symbrock so well— like a parasite (affectionate) who is obsessively in love with you is basically combining all of the aspects of the Corruption into one. in my fic, Venom starts out as mold growing in Eddie’s apartment which he starts off trying to kill but eventually the Corruption gets a hold of him mentally and he bonds with Venom! there’s a lot of body horror with Eddie since the Corruption is just perfect for body horror. lots of rot/decay (he’s basically Jane Prentiss-esque but instead of worms it’s goop) and also to highlight the obsessive/toxic love part Eddie’s rib cage is ripped open and Venom is wrapped around his heart >:3

I think Flash would be an avatar of the Slaughter! I know I’m so original by making the solider character a Slaughter avatar but it fits him too well 😭 his fic is a lot sadder than Eddie’s, since I’m kinda making the unpredictable abuse he suffered from his dad the catalyst for the entity noticing him and starting to influence him. I’m warping around the comics timeline a bit so he joins the army right after high school and also making it so his legs being amputated is the result of his need for violence instead of him being a war hero to fit the Slaughter better! in the hospital, since he can’t really feed the Slaughter anymore, its influence on him starts to wain and he resolves to become a better person (think like what happened with the coffin in s4)! it’s not entirely a happy ending, since he is getting weaker and weaker by trying to be a better person, but he makes amends with Peter and their friendship starts there in the fic! that’s as happy of an ending as anyone in a TMA au can get unfortunately :,(

I was also thinking of making the Venom symbiote an avatar! I kinda scrapped that idea because I figured they would be an avatar of the Hunt and I wasn’t sure how to show that in a way that significantly deviates from canon? like they already kind of have to kill to survive, and are an apex predator with a drive to hunt. I’ll make a fic about that if I can think of a fun supernatural way to do it but as of now it’s still a headcanon but I’m not a planning a fic about it

I’ve also thought about what entity they would be a victim of! I’m a big fan of putting my favourite characters in situations, so it’s very fun to assign them their own personal hell, but I haven’t thought of any fic ideas for it. they’ve just been given a vibe lol.

Eddie would be a victim of the Lonely (he starts having a breakdown every time he thinks the symbiote has died and starts weeping about how “we’re dead” and cannot get over Anne for the life of him… he just seems like his biggest fear is being alone)

Flash would be a victim of the Web (specifically with the addiction imagery from s5, but also with him being repeatedly blackmailed in the comics)

Venom would be a victim of the Desolation (especially with Eddie and Dylan both “dying” in the current run, I’d also ignore Flash’s resurrection so it’s just like “all my friends are dead”)

#thanks sm for the ask!!#I love yapping about this au because it lets me share it without actually writing it lmaooo #the magnus archives #venom tma au #venom

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watanabes-cum-dump · 6 months

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Guess who finished Stromblood ✨

Anyways, I love me some characters with beautiful dead blue eyes~

Also some feelings abt Zenos under the cut bc I do be having ideas

He's honestly very interesting to me, and I find him very unique among villains. Like he doesn't hate WoL, in fact he calls us his "first friend." He fights for his own pleasure, which is really cool to see amongst the sea of villains fighting for vengeance or for what they perceive as right- but not Zenos. He fights to feel something. Zenos fights to feel the high of battle. He really is a monster. I do kinda think it's his dad's fault because he shows no remorse for his son's death and states that a monster is not fit for the throne and honestly that solidified him for me. A villain living and fighting for nothing but the thrill of battle is just super poetic for me. We are his friend, his equal, and his greatest rival because we are the only one who can compare. Eikon slayer, hero of Eorzea; the Warrior of Light is the only one who can give him that thrill.

Makes me wonder how he developed this thrill for battle. Throwing himself into increasingly dangerous situations to feel the rush of adrenaline from a good hunt. He's what, 26? Has he been this way since he was a kid? Or was it something he fostered as he got older and served in the Garlean army?

Anyways now onto the shippy stuff-

I'm gonna say it right now, but Elysia is one order away from being a bloodthirsty murderer. Killing gods has given her something of an ego- and honestly if it weren't for the Scions and the Alliance puppeting her around she'd be little more than a monster herself. She's vain, prideful, and a little selfish at times. She has little left to live for, and not much to return to.

So in a way, her and Zenos are similar. They both have major daddy issues lmao, but that aside, Elysia also seeks an equal. Eikons are all the same when they die, and no mortal has every really measured up to her.

Also while drawing this, I realized Zenos has little demon wings on his armor that contract Elysia's angel theming perfectly. Hehehehe it's just soooo juicy. Esp because Elysia isn't exactly an angel herself- she's kind of a piece of shit but she often tries to hide it behind her charms. So I think it would lead to this interesting dynamic of Zenos wanting to see her truly unleash that beast and be the rampaging piece of shit she is and Elysia trying to keep that side of her under wraps because he doesn't deserve the satisfaction of seeing her true self.

I can see the twisted potential of them being together- Zenos utterly obsessed with finding his equal and Elysia being more than happy to have yet another man wrapped around her finger. Reasoning be damned, she just likes the attention and appreciates the fight. They would be... an interesting power couple.

But at the same time, I did say that they were similiar and in some fucked up way I think they would find comfort in each other. Now they definitely operate under the "I can make him/her worse" logic but it's comfort nonetheless and anything is better than whatever the hell Zenos was raised in so yeah. If they were to be more genuine though, I don't think I see them being in love with each other. I think Zenos would confuse all the adrenaline for affection in the above toxic scenario, but I cannot see him actually being in love with her lmao. I think Zenos x WoL kinda needs a morally sound WoL to be a somewhat functional relationship and Elysia is... definitely NOT that girl lmao.

I think they would be great friends actually. They kind of balance each other out. Zenos "hehehehehe violence, carnage bloooodddd" and Elysia being all "okay yes but let's be subtle about it." Also I think more than anything, Zenos needs a friend to get his shit together like love will NOT fix that man. Not that they would try to fix each other, and that's the beauty of a friendship. They're both just kind of existing and understanding each other.

My fix for this is the Eorzea Academy AU where Zenos is still yk crazy and whatnot but Elysia is his keeper lmao. Like "Sorry abt my dog" and it's Zenos bullying the freshmen or smth lol.

#also kinda unrelated but i think zenos to “you'll be back” from hamilton idk it's been floating around in my head #sorry theatre kid things #zenos yae galvus #zenos x wol #ffxiv stormblood #kouryuu's shit #wol elysia vespera #wolship #long post #oops

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violent-backed-starling · 1 year

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Critical Role Double Life AU

So this would be the player characters and Essek in the world of Double Life (Minecraft Series)

The Pairings (randomized)

Beau & Tary - Daddy Issues

Veth & Ashton - Alcoholics

Fearne & Pike - Hot Girl Shit

Essek & Jester - Everyone has a Crush on Them

Grog & Caleb - Brains and Brawn

Fjord & Dorian - Shy Charisma Boys

FCG & Bertrand - Old Ass Man & Older Ass Robot

Laudna & Mollymauk - Back from the Dead

Vax & Imogen - Loves a Marisha

Percy & Yasha - Oh, So you have White Hair and Trauma?

Scanlan & Caduceus - All or Nothing

Vex & Orym - Keepers of the Brain Cell

Chetney & Keyleth - Animorphs

So same rules as double life, each couple has 3 lives and they share hp, last pair standing wins!

Beau and Tary take a minute to get along, but eventually they work together okay after bonding over their shitty dads. They spend quite a bit of time with Percy and Yasha. I think they would set up a thoroughly trapped base. I think they build a mansion and winery for their base and make a load of potions. They have an enchanting table for sure. Beau is very much the up close and personal fighter whereas Tary is a little more distant. He sends tnt minecarts and squishes people with anvils.

Veth and Ashton are both suspicious of each other at first, but they still get shit done. They get on better as they spend more time, realizing that at least the other won't stab them in the back. They make a bunker for a base, and stock it with booze, bolts, and fireworks. Veth traps the shit out of it. They are a terrifying combo in battle with Ashton up front and center taking hits and destroying people with his hammer and Veth picking off people from a distance with her crossbow. Veth does still spend a bit of time with Caleb on the side though.

Fearne and Pike get on fairly easily. They are both iconic and get shit done. Fearne loves to spy on everyone else and comes home with drama. She is also an arsonist and we love that for her. Pikey is more restrained in her chaos, but she is still out there causing problems. She sets off more traps than she would like to admit, but miraculously survives most of them. She is a bit better in combat than Fearne is but, they are both very good at surviving fights, even if they don't get the most kills. I think they build up a bakery and hide a bunker underneath it. They also just have several lava traps and fire pits around their home to defend it.

Essek and Jester already know each other and get on well. Together they build a beautiful tower, like the one in Tangled. It has several secret entrances and passageways. Jester seems like the type of person to have an army of tamed wolves. So she absolutely does, they all have special collars and are all named. They are both distance fighters as well so their towers works well to keep them out of harms way whilst they shoot arrows and throw fire charges as well as splash potions. Essek is a fancy lad and I fully believe that he has loads on end crystals and obsidian that he uses as his main weapon. Jester somehow got her hands on a trident (she stole it) and is wreaking havoc with that from the tower. Jester also keeps several bees just because she wants to.

Grog and Caleb get on okay at first, Grog is pretty friendly for the most part, but Caleb is wary of him. I think their base is a tower, but this tower has a bunker at the bottom that serves as a quick restock point for Grog since he is out on the battlefield with his axe wrecking shit. Caleb stays up in the tower mostly, shooting his fire charges, flame arrows, and pouring lava down the sides on the tower. Grog is very excited about all the traps that Caleb cooks up and happily uses his supply of end crystals whenever he can. They work well together.

Fjord and Dorian get on well, but is takes a minute for them to actually trust each other. Their base is a ship sat in the sky floating on clouds. These two are quite versatile in battle. They are good at both ranged and close combat. Fjord has several puffer-fish that he uses in close combat as well as his sword. Dorian uses his axe when in close combat. When at a distance they use their tridents and arrows. Fjord can be impulsive at times, but overall these two are some of the more peaceful members on the group. They don't have many traps set up, but they do have several alliances. They are allied with Beau, Tary, Essek, Jester, Orym, Vex, Caduceus, and Scanlan.

FCG and Bertrand get on alright, not the closest, but they do alright together. They do have the most accessible base out of everyone. It isn't trapped at all, but they are mostly left alone, well, their base is. Bertrand is a tricksy guy and manages to rile up many of the other folks. They don't dislike him, but they don't trust him either. FCG on the other hand is pretty well-liked and trusted. They are not the best in combat, but they seem to come out of it alive. Bertrand does know his way around a sword and FCG has an affinity for his crossbow.

Laudna and Mollymauk get on like a house on fire. They have the cutest home on the server. It is a cottage with a patchwork tent attached to the side. It is cozy and colorful. They have matching friendship bracelets that they made for each other and everything. They of course spend time with Imogen and Vax as well as Yasha and Percy. They spend quite a bit of time together as they wander the land together. If you spot one the other is likely somewhere nearby. As they get closer they swap stories about walking up from death. Molly is their close combat expert whereas Laudna is their sniper. Molly goes around with his swords and Laudna shoots from from far away with a bow.

Vax and Imogen are wary of each other at first, but eventually get on pretty well by the end. They share a house atop a hill where they have a pretty good view of several other people. Imogen has a stable of horses as well. They often ride into battle together, striking fast and retreating before people know what hit them. They often visit Vex and Orym, Keyleth and Chetney, as well as Laudna and Molly. Imogen is more of a distance fighter, but Vax is good either close up or at a distance.

Percy and Yasha eventually grow to trust each other but it starts out a bit rocky as they are both quiet around people they don't know or trust at first. They have a nice castle. Yasha has a beautiful garden and Percy has trapped the land around the castle thoroughly and has made several escape passages. He is already paranoid enough coming into this. Together they build makeshift graves to those they have lost after spending a lot of time together. Percy also makes a load of snipers perches around the map. Yasha goes with him and hides little caches of stuff by each hidden perch so that they are always ready for a fight wherever they are. She also stashes some food in his perches so that he doesn't run out of food. He often helps sharpen her blade and makes her a bunch of little things to help in battle.

Scanlan and Caduceus get on well enough. They respect each other. Caduceus is pretty calm and lives in a small cabin by Scanlan's mansion. Cad keeps a small mushroom garden and makes a load of potions that he shares with most anyone. They don't have any true enemies as they are just kind of vibing. There is usually music playing at their base. Scanlan gets a load of fire charges and end crystals from people just by asking. This man has a silver tongue and he knows how to use it. They don't have many traps, but the ones they have are weird and effective. They have several animals just roaming around their base. Scanlan is ruthless once the get into battle and so is Caduceus, after all, death and violence are very much parts of nature. They are oddly terrifying because of how fast they switch from being welcoming to just killing.

Vex and Orym get on pretty well. They work together extraordinarily well together. They make plans and stick to them. They are another ranged and close combat duo. They share a regular keep, nothing super fancy but it is nice and functional. They have several traps as is to be expected. They know what they're doing. They are good at using terrain to their advantage. Vex perches with her bow and Orym slips through battles causing damage as needed and catching hits on his shield. Vex keeps a few potions on her at all times just in case. They are prepared but not overly so and adapt as needed. Orym respects Vex and she is just happy to have someone who will actually follow the plans she makes, but will make ideas on the fly by himself as needed. They compliment each other, especially in battle.

Keyleth and Chetney take a minute to warm up but they get there, eventually. They have a base that is a huge oak and their basement is a hollow surrounded by roots. They are a bit worried about how flammable their base is as the days pass, but they store most of their better stuff under the earth anyways. They are an absolutely terrifying combo in combat. Chetney is always a wild card and an absolute menace, whereas Keyleth is terrryfying in her raw power and switch from being her more socially awkward, charming self, into a lean, mean, killing machine. These two often talk about their lengthened life spans what that means for Keyleth on top of Chetney's experiences. He gives her a bit of confidence she didn't have before and his rough edges have been softened a bit. They trust each other in battle completely. Sure Chetney will spy on people, dig tunnels under others bases, and steal from people, but he is her ally and they work well together.

Randomized Death Order

Vex & Orym

FCG & Bertrand

Percy & Yasha

Essek & Jester

Grog & Caleb

Fearne & Pike

Grog & Caleb

Fjord & Dorian

Essek & Jester

Chetney & Keyleth

Beau & Tary

Vax & Imogen

Fjord & Dorian

FCG & Bertrand

Laudna & Mollymauk

Grog & Caleb

Vax & Imogen

Scanlan & Caduceus

Fearne & Pike

Scanlan & Caduceus

Laudna & Mollymauk

Chetney & Keyleth

Veth & Ashton

Vex & Orym

Chetney & Keyleth

Laudna & Mollymauk

Scanlan & Caduceus

Vax & Imogen

Fjord & Dorian

Beau & Tary

Veth & Ashton

Percy & Yasha

Essek & Jester

Fearne & Pike

FCG & Bertrand

Vex & Orym

Percy & Yasha

Veth & Ashton

Beau & Tary - Winners!

#critical role #double life au #campaign 1 #campaign 2 #campaign 3 #vox machina #mighty nein #bell's hells #icarus speaks

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girderednerve · 1 month

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has anyone written about truck memorials, those custom vinyl decals that people put on the back windows of their trucks (or, less commonly, other vehicles) in honor of deceased friends & relatives? seems like a bizarre cultural practice to me. why a car, of all places? what's going on there? are you just like, acknowledging how you managed to get a nice truck without the traditionally exorbitant car payment which generally accompanies them?? (probably not, right?)

it occurs to me that it could also be a consequence of the ubiquity of lee brice's critically acclaimed (&, imo, deeply cringe) 'i drive your truck,' a song which i have just learned was inspired by the real dad of a medal of honor recipient who drove his dead son's truck & for some reason did interviews about this specific practice. 'i drive your truck' is a fascinating cultural object: it's about how you're sad about your dead friend, who would probably punch you in the arm for crying about it, so you drive his truck with his dog tags & his go army shirt in it, even though the truck has terrible gas mileage, to go 'tear up' back roads & a field [goin muddin, one surmises, but also it feels very pointed that driving & grief are presented as destructive]. i just find this complex like, hilariously on the nose: oh did your kid die in an imperialist war intended to, among other things, secure american access to oil? and you're so sad about it you go literally waste gas? bro. come on here bro. experience a scruple, or at least like, a moment of self-reflection here, bro

this song also feels like it's in continuity with another popular country song, david ball's 'riding with private malone,' which came out in august 2001 & reached its popular height in the wake of 9/11. it's about buying a vintage corvette from the mother of a guy who went off to die in vietnam (a note left in the car reads "if you're reading this then i didn't make it home / but for every dream that's shattered another one comes true / this car was once a dream of mine now it belongs to you"); the singer nearly dies in a car crash, but is saved by the ghost of the titular private malone. hilariously, wikipedia informs me that this song received critical acclaim for its 'subtlety' in expressing the american psyche after 9/11. the mind boggles, but then i suppose the bar was low

neither of these songs are the same flavor of vile, unabashed patriotism typified by, e.g., toby keith, but they're still making the same 'freedom isn't free' argument, centered on iconic cars: both vehicles are haunted by an american soldier, either with the ephemera of his life (brice lists dog tags, a dirty baseball cap, and a shirt, along with a radio station preset and a half-drunk bottle of gatorade, which one must assume is by now swollen with the noxious fumes of incidental fermentation) or more literally (ball notes that the radio picks up an oldies station, but also the speaker sees 'a soldier riding shotgun'). i'm fascinated by the way that cars are emotionally central, in these songs & in the memorial decal tradition. they're making a claim about what american soldiers are dying for (our ability to drive cars) & operating from the assumption that we all agree that this is a tragic but noble exchange, because cars are just like, so great. there's a sort of self-serving maneuver in both of the country songs in which they acknowledge the radio; as a person who spent a ton of time stuck in the back of other people's trucks listening against my will to the local country station, i can confirm that these songs both got a ton of play (chart data reflects this observation too). fascinating in a sick way, i think. there's some obvious stuff going on here about the narrow straits of country-star masculinity; trucks & vintage corvettes (especially ones which you fix up yourself, of course) are suitably cool & tough to cover for unmanly emotions like 'being sad.'

i know it's sort of popular currently to valorize some idea of american rural culture that is left-leaning or radical, and to imply if not insist that this culture is neatly separate from the toby keith of it all (consider, e.g., the popular 'ghost of dale earnhardt' page, which emphasizes the anti-police origins of NASCAR; needless to say, if you live in the deep south & know NASCAR fans, they are not a group of obvious commies. i picked this example because dale earnhardt jr. claimed that the ghost of senior saved him in a crash once & it felt thematically related, but others abound). the claim that there is a leftist rural history needs no defense because it is flatly true, but the idea that this legacy can be neatly disentangled from racist, reactionary, & imperialist tendencies is much more tenuous, in my opinion. american pickup truck culture (& to some extent other vehicles, which are treated metonymously with rural life; e.g. kenny chesney's deeply annoying tune 'she thinks my tractor's sexy') is so fuckin wild y'all

#sorry for that sidebar about the gatorade but i know from experience opened bottles of gatorade get disgusting if you leave them in a car #also if you personally have found a truck memorial meaningful then i respect that & i'm glad you have found something useful to you #did you want a rambling essay about uhhhh trucks & country songs i don't like? well if so you are in LUCK my friend #feel free to comment complain recommend readings or argue i love y'all #defensive personal note that despite being a horrible suburbanite i used to work in a barn in rural florida & i come by my y'alls honestly #if you saw this post appear as a wall of text on yr dash my apologies tumblr for some reason ate my above-the-cut graf #there's something going on here with the idea of the car as a & perhaps The form of consumerist personal expression #& the road as a platform for personal / gendered performance. probably? idk dude i am 2 dumb 2 read

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i'm here! it's a long story but i had to leave the state to attend to family stuff and royai was pushed to the backburner for a while. but i'm back and i've decided i want some royai context because i currently know

she is blonde

he has dark hair

their relationship is a secret/mostly hooking up/a headcanon/real/not real (it's confusing and depends on which fic it is)

he's her father's apprentice i think

at one point he burned her back because it has the secret map or whatever and feels guilty about it but she's glad because it gave her agency and she wasn't controlled by the map

he is army and she is smart

he has ADHD (me too king)

she is serious and he is goofy but it works

her dog (is it his dog?) does not like roy

he works for her/with her/under her/idk because royai fic authors cannot stick to a plot or create consensus they are worse than religious leaders when you ask them a direct question

riza's dad is relevant somehow (i think he's an admiral? or a general? i think roy is the admiral actually? idk man idk)

so yeah if you have a powerpoint for me or something about the royai basics that would be great because i don't know what's real or what's a very talented ao3 author projecting

oh my gosh hello!! i hope the family stuff went well and i’m happy to give context cause i love talking about them >:)

riza is blonde

roy has black hair and black eyes (though their sometimes blue in the manga depending on how the author wants the character to react. his eyes are also gray after he loses his sight at the end of the series)

their relationship isn’t canon however it’s heavily implied. they grew up together and served in war together and they both want to restore the country to a democracy so they can be punished for their actions, they’re digging their own graves. because they’ve been through a lot of traumatizing events together they’re stuck together. riza says she would follow him into hell if he asked her to and her one job is to make sure he never stops pursuing his goal. if he does riza is ordered to kill him, which she doesn’t want to do. there’s a scene where this does almost happen and one of the things that helps bring roy back from the brink of madness is him calling riza’s bluff by going, “oh yeah you’re going to kill me? then what are you going to do when i’m gone?” and she point blank says “i’ll kill myself too.” and he literally says he can’t bear the thought of a world without her in it! and during a scene earlier when riza thinks roy’s dead she is literally begging for someone to kill her cause she doesn’t want to live without him. basically they’re canonically codependent messes who love each other and however the viewer/reader wants to interpret that love is up to them. though the most common interpretation is romantic love and there’s a lot of hints that it is romantic to some extent. so when authors change it up constantly for fics it’s mainly cause you can decide however you want their relationship to be in the story. for example in my own fanfics i’m constantly changing when they’re together because they legally can’t be together cause he’s her boss. which is why is usually secret (illicit affairs coded 😔)

yes! roy learned alchemy from rizas dad! he tried to learn flame alchemy from him but he refused to teach him because he wanted to join the military. however in the most dramatic ass way her dad dies when they’re talking about it and he says for roy to protect riza cause she has the secrets (her tattoo on her back). however riza ends up giving him the secrets of flame alchemy anyway cause he talks about how he hopes to join the military to protect the people of amestris and its very naive but riza’s moved by it and wants to help so she shows him the secrets (this conversation happens at her fathers grave/funeral and they’re lowkey being awkward teenagers flirting and in one of the bonus parody chapters it’s this scene and when riza says she wants to help roy his heart bursts out of his chest cause he’s so excited). she also then enlists in the military to and is the best sharpshooter in the academy.

yes he burned her back!!! riza and roy don’t want another flame alchemist created so she asks him to burn her back and “free her” after they leave ishbal/ishval and he doesn’t want to do it but he views it as his duty cause he inspired her to join the military and he blames himself for ruining her life but riza is thankful for it and does gain her own agency and independence from it because she chooses it (implied her father forced her to get the tattoo) and she does kinda blame him but also knows it was her own choice to join.

he knows how to army she knows aristotle

so yes and no. it’s a headcanon he has adhd (and riza is autistic) and i do consider that but a lot of his “lazy” or procrastination stuff is mainly his womanizer persona because he’s trying to seem like a guy who isn’t that suspicious so he’s always going on dates and doesn’t do his work/his assistant (riza) has to babysit him to do it. however him going on a bunch of dates is actually him meeting informants because his foster mother/paternal aunt runs a brothel/is a information broker with connections in the military so the girls who work there gather info and roy’s dates are really just him getting information. and him being lazy/not doing work isn’t true cause he actually does do a lot but wants people to not look at him to much and if he’s good at his job they’ll be nosy cause he’s 29/30 and is a colonel which is like… two ranks below general i think??? idk im to lazy to grab my book where he explains this. but while i do recognize that’s why he’s procrastinating tasks i also think it’s his ADHD brain kicking in cause i have ADHD and can diagnose every character with it and you can’t stop me! there’s actually a bonus chapter that’s observation reports from his team members and they comment on how he doesn’t do stuff for hours then will clean a meeting room in 15 minutes and it’s perfect. also another part is that roy is supposed to go on a date and gets his work done on time actually because he wants to leave early and riza at the eleventh hour shows up with an ungodly amount of paper work for him to get through that he physically can’t finish before his date so he has to cancel but he finishes it in like five minutes and dips and riza goes down to the shooting range with her regular rifle and not her training rifle and starts practicing :) cause she’s totally not jealous :)

she is serious and he’s goofy cause of his facade but he also can be serious to. this one’s more amped up in fanfics i think. also something criminally underrated is rizas humor cause it’s dry and silly. like there’s a document mix up that says ed and al are in there thirties when they’re 11 and 12 and roy is like “wait no what happen why does the paper say they’re thirty?” and riza says “that paper either came through a time portal or there was a serious mistake”

she does have a dog, and as noted by my friend demi he looks like roy, and that��s also fanfic author discretion. though to be fair he is a shiba inu and those dogs are crazy smart (they’re like a tiny person cause they can learn to sit in five minutes but then learn a minute later they only have to sit if they want to because they’re smart and self aware) so i think it’s less he hates roy and is more like “you’re not in charge and i can say no to you”. hayate is also technically a military dog and has an official military rank.

riza works for him in his unit. she’s a first lieutenant and is his adjacent. basically his assistant. which allows her to follow him around all day and let’s her do her job of protecting his back and watching it

so it’s not rizas dad who’s relevant in the military it’s get GRANDFATHER who is general grumman, who is also roy’s mentor in the military and grumman asks him the marry his granddaughter (riza) so she can be first lady and roy says “you’re getting ahead of yourself”

but that’s hopefully everything 😭 i’m sorry that was so much longer than intended. i’ll also link both of my power points on then from powerpoint night that does talk about them a bit.

the royai playlist

how the great war is about royai

but i hope this helps in your royai journey.

#kelly babels #fullmetal alchemist #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #royai #royai anon #love letters

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todayisyourturntolose · 11 months

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I don’t know your OCs but !

for one oc - 1 , 10 , 11 & 12

2nd oc - 20 , 21 , 24 , & 25

3rd OC - 29 , 33 , 36 , & 39 !

Pick and choose or do them all for 1 or each for a dif oc ! I hope that makes sense aaaa

RAAAAAH TYSM. I'll have it below the cut bcuz it is a lot hehe

ok so FIIIRST i'll do my boy richard! i love him lots but he's also an asshole. he doesn't really fit into any of my stories, he's just a one off character

1. What's Their Goal? - Richard's a spy for the British army, pretending to be a German officer, soooo I suppose his goal is to just not get caught??

10. How Old Are They?- He's 29 :)

11- What Are They?- He's a human. Just some guy. Most of my OCS (minus one) are all humans.

12-What Are They, Part 2- Uhhh. I'd classify him as a hero, somewhat. He's spying for a good reason sooo?

next is my pirate oc, Hansel! he's very silly but also kinda unhinged

20-Are They Alive?-Yep, but he's sorta kinda on the run bcuz he's sorta kinda hiding a murderer on his ship but that's neither here nor there

21-Do They Live on Earth?-Yep! A normal human man, Hansel.

24-Biggest Enemy?-OOOOH so. He's dead but Hansel's biggest enemy is Arthur Hambsburg. Won't got into detail abt him but all you need to know is that he's an asshole and got killed by Hansel's bf. They only knew each other for like. 30 minutes. He also kinda hates wealthy people despite the fact that he comes from a wealthy family but that's neither here nor there.

25-Identity?-Hansel is a RAGING bisexual. Bro (temporarily) caught feelings for his bf's sister bcuz they looked alike.

last, but not least, is ibrahim :) this is hansel's bf, and he serves a HUGE part of the plot

29-Have They Been Drawn?-I've only drawn Ibrahim twice, but I don't have the pictures on me atm. I do plan on drawing him more, tho!

33-Backstory?-oh em gee. I would be here for hours if I explained his backstory in full, but all you need to know is that he has a mom, one brother, and three sisters. (He's from Turkey/The Ottoman Empire btw, and his story takes place in the 1720s) His dad was a major creep and weirdo sooo Ibrahim killed him. (he had a reason too tho so he's excused). He meets Hansel after Hansel ends up near his town in search of a first mate. Yadda yadda stuff happens they fall in love

(I would answer 36, but I know almost nothing abt Pokemon, sorry :/)

39-Do They Read?-Ibrahim can read and write in both his mother language and English, having been taught by previous English speaking people he has come across.

and that's all i got! obviously this isn't a clear explanation of these characters, and i have more sooo if you wanna ask me...

#oc talk

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yukihirata · 24 days

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The beginning of the end

If you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you.

Kallard furrowed just brown and made a look of concentration, locked away in a deep sleep. Yuki was in her bed sound asleep, occasionally making a noise as she dreamed sweet dreams. But Kallard’s dreams were not sweet, they were confusing. He had started having this dream, the same dream, for the past couple days. After he had escaped from the Garlean base he had started experiencing horrible nightmares.

Cassian cried out in pain as he fell to his knees, the hilts of two curved daggers jutting forth from his back. The tips of the blade poked through his chest, killing bin almost instantly. Kallard watched in horror as his husband fell face forward, landing in a puddle of blood and mud. The Forsaken warrior simply laughed as he tore the weapons free, eventually moved off to keep up with the rest of the Horde and their advance. Soon the Sha would rip through both the Alliance and Horde forces, decimating both armies.

The dream shifted and changed, this time showing a young Kallard killing his father. But it wasn’t in their old Garlean home, it was in some wooden shack with barely anything inside to show that someone lived there. A dirty child sat on top of his father’s chest, droplets of blood running off the blade and onto his father’s face. Mari stood off to the side, crying. Young Kallard got up and walked over to his sister and gave her a huge. He spoke in a language Kallard had never heard before, but somehow he knew what they were saying.

“Don’t worry sis, your big brother will take care of you now,” the boy had said to his weeping sister. “Dad can’t hurt you anymore.”

The words were similar to what he had said to Seia the day he killed his own father. What was he seeing now? There was too much detail for it to be a simple dream. Kallard could feel the anger the dirty boy felt, the same white hot rage he had felt when killing his father. The dream was making less sense the longer it went on.

Kallard, Marilini and Cassian all stood shoulder to shoulder wearing shiny and well taken care of armor. They all wore proud smiles, their backs straight and posture perfect. A grizzled veteran approached the trio from the right, three medals in his hands. He took up position in front of Kallard and affixed a pin to his armor.

“Kallard and Marilini Felmann. Cassian Smith. You three have shown outstanding courage in the face of certain death. You have served the Crown loyally and you three are to be rewarded for your heroism,” the man had said, sounding oddly proud of the three knights. “King Varian thanks you for your dedication and loyalty. Welcome to SI:7.”

Once more the scene twisted around in on itself, like a snake eating its own tail. Cassian died again as the memories became more and more recent. Kallard watched as Marilini slaughtered a group of bandits, protecting a girl who looked something like Yuki.

Kallard stood next to a large golden skinned creature with folded wings. The beast spread their arms and spoke in an alien language. A portal rimmed with blue magics took form, the destination showing the Forsaken warrior killing Cassian again. Kallard stepped through the portal carrying a black body bag. He tossed the body down next to Cassian, unzipped the bag and removed it, revealing a corpse that was a spitting image of the dying blonde. He was then dragged through the portal and a woman in white and gold robes waved a hand with a golden glow and Cassian’s wounds closed. Kallard embraced his husband with tears in his eyes as the saved man looked confused as to why his husband is suddenly ten years older than the last time he saw him.

A beautiful woman with long ears came into focus, speaking in yet another language Kallard could not recognize. He watched as she performed great feats with magic, setting off bombs that rivaled the raw power of magitek explosives. Her children dead and her home destroyed, the woman found herself in a city that looked foreign and alien. She worked hard through the last fifteen years, desperately trying to forget her past and all those that she lost. Kallard could feel her heart breaking whenever she thought of her small children. He shuddered as those same feelings coursed through him, sending a chill down his spine.

The image suddenly went dark and Kallard found himself standing in a few inches of ice cold water, standing upon a firm yet slipper surface. For as far as the eye could see a vast void stretched out before him, seemingly endless. Unseen mouths whispered great and horrible secrets, all speaking in that same weird language the other Kallard was speaking.

“Hello, Kallard,” a soft, almost comforting voice said.

“Who’s there?! Show yourself!” Kallard shouted at the disembodied voice. “Where am I?”

“I have come for you. It is time we become one once more,” the voice told him, completely avoiding his questions.

“I’m not becoming one with anyone, cunt. What are you, some spooky fucking Voidsent? I’ve killed your kind before. You don’t fucking scare me,” Kallard snarled, the rage of his sister’s death quick to rise to the surface.

The voice laughed and Kallard could almost see the creature laughing and laughing until the dream ended and Kallard woke up.

——-

But he didn’t.

Instead, Kallard’s body was rocked by a violent seizure. His groans eventually woke Yuki who was quick to rush to his side. She rolled him onto his side and slipped a pillow under his head. His body convulsed and rioted, a wicked migraine blooming in the front of his head. Drool began to run out of his open mouth, body jerking back and forth.

“It’s okay, I’m here,” Yuki said in a comforting voice, rubbing her friend’s back. “It’s okay, just let it run its course.”

The seizure didn’t end. It should have, but it did not. Instead Kallard let out a strained cry of pain as his body was forced onto his back, which he immediately arched upward, every muscle in his body strained to their breaking point. A muscle in his chest snapped loudly, causing Yuki to jump slightly.

Kallard’s body was then rimmed with an odd black glow that seemed to consume the light of the room. His back remained arched as an oblong shaped portal formed above him. He started to scream, sounding as if he was burning alive. Yuki heard someone pound on the floor below her. She made a note to apologize later.

The portal split open and something impossible stepped out. A person, free of gender, stood next to the pair, his body composed of nothing. His body was a void that drew in light and ate it as if it were a bar of chocolate. A pair of silver discs formed where its eyes would be, looking down at Yuki.

Without a word the thing simply walked towards Yuki’s kitchen and through her countertops and stove. It passed through them like a cloud passes through the sky with ease, slipping through the furniture and then out of the solid wall behind it. Yuki just stared at the spot, the portal snapping closed once the thing had stepped through and vanished into the night.

“Kallard!”

Yuki turned her attention to her friend, who was now lying on his back, eyes open and staring up at the ceiling. His brain took several minutes to process what had happened. It felt like something out of his worst nightmares, this thing walking through him and into his reality. When the two beings touched he got a vague idea as to what that thing was and all of a sudden his priorities changed. For some reason he wasn’t scared, but driven with a new purpose shared with his dream counterpart: stop the creature at all costs, no matter the cost.

“What the fuck was that?!” Yuki asked as Kallard sat up, rubbing his temples.

“Since when do you swear,” Kallard asked her, closing his eyes while he tried to fight off the migraine.

“That… WHAT?!” Yuki didn’t seem to understand at all what had just happened, and honestly Kallard didn’t have an answer either.

“You okay?” he asked her while he went through the motions of lighting a cigarette.

“Am I okay? Are YOU okay?! You just had a scary strong seizure!”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… Please stop shouting. My head feels like it’s been split into with an axe.

“Can you please tell me what happened? I’m so confused and scared. I’ve never seen anything like… That… Thing.”

Kallard would then launch right into a play by play recap of his dream. He spared no detail and even tried to replicate the language his other and older self had been speaking. Neither of them had any clue as to what happened, or what they could do about the creature that had opened and stepped through the portal.

As much as the two tried to sleep in their own beds, Yuki eventually fell asleep to Kallard, her head resting on his chest. While she slept he lay there, contemplating the night’s events. He would need to do something about this.

Little did he know the horrors him and Yuki would face in the coming months would be I unimaginable.

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