#call of duty oc: bloodhound

[the-whispers-of-death]

how to befriend Romanas step by step guide:

step one - be nice

step two -???????

step three - profit

Bloodhound is sliding over a cup of coffee to Romanas as we speak. He so badly wants to befriend him.

[ourolite]

　　　　 ༅ 𝒞irce 𝒴ué'li 𐙚 ˙

♱ all sobriquets + pseudonyms. ࿓ fang, master yuè’li, sir, sir circe, sir yuè’li, pup, puppy, circe love, circe dear, rubber bird, latex predator, leathered bird, (that fucking) raven, circo, mr.circo, circe sir, freaky fang, freaky fuck, chupacabra, hijo chupa, circe, master, lean and lovely, my string(s), selenite scholar, smart ass, sandalphon, bread and butter, cutie or clementine, philosopher friend, big guy, count yue'li, tall curled and handsome, perrito, any subtle positive adjective, circe, blind bat, weirdo, fucking weirdo, garlic breath, werewolf, (my) garlic knot (from neso <3), the werewolf, kitty litter, the guitar playing asanbosam, mr. lee, lee sir, crazy, the asanbosam, handsome, mr. munka-munka, trenchie, trench coat, renfield, you, bloody mary, beauty or beast, ma'am.

ᰍ overall notables. plays an electric guitar (named it delune). has a bloodhound named babydoll and a doberman named yìzé. works as a part-time music teacher for 2nd - 3rd graders, but recently started going to school for a career in interior design. asanbosam’s (the type of vampire he is) are more agile in trees and high places, so he’s kind of clumsy otherwise. often recommends products (notably the brand anzhong, originated by xīn’yuè ànzhōng), random organization tips, or even seasonings. considers calling off of work a lot, though he knows if he does they’re bound to fire him “this time”. circe also doesn’t socialize too much, and he’s very territorial about his home (and so is yìzé— wonder where he gets that from). he’s a little too territorial actually, seeing as circe usually sucks the blood of/eats any trespassers that ignore his precaution signs, in au’s that are mythical allowing. he does so by jumping down from a nearby tree and pinning them. (even friends get tackled if they don’t give him a heads up that they’re on the way!) ᰍ standard physical facts. 6'3. retractable wings with a 20 foot span, which are black and grey with red, pink and silver undertones, and retractable iron hooks for feet. tips of his hair turn auburn when he’s experiencing intense emotions. always smells like anzhong products- particularly colognes. has a chinese tattoo on his inner forearm that translates to damu héxián qín. his nails are painted black, but they get chipped easily because he’s really hands-on daily. lastly, he has a deep, relaxed and very distinctive voice which can be heard here!

დ genshin au notables! he’s spoken of in legends and campfire stories, but as “fang” rather than circe. legends speak of him hooking his prey from treetops and consuming them like he’s the devil herself. however, as of now this is more of a myth. he’s a clean eater, hehe. these stories originated from a period of his past where he had no control of his primal instincts, leaving him to appear as a beastly night terror to all, which he was. presently, he dwells in a custom built cottage in the forest of sumeru, peacefully enjoying his solitude and pleasures. circe has various signs throughout the terrain which warn people of trespassing; company isn’t appreciated in excess. trespassers in the forest rarely come back out alive. not many others live nearby, either. his only neighbors are xipe’va, whom his bloodhound enjoys relaxing with on the porch (his doberman, not so much). tighnari and love, who’s a minor oc of neso’s, are somewhat nearby though, performing their forest ranger duties and such, so he hangs with them now and again. he’s also good friends with jihane, whom lives in sumeru city and often discusses philosophy with him. oh, and his two boyfriends, indigo and xīn’yuè, live in liyue and inazuma respectively.

დ spider-verse au notables! n/a (temporarily).

დ studio ghibli au notables! his position here depends on the movie, so i won't describe each one here, as it's not all definitive due to my experimental nature. he'll more than likely be written in tales from earthsea, the wind rises, howl's moving castle, and my neighbor totoro.

დ modern au notables! he’s currently going to school at a local trade school in california. he lives in xīn’yuè’s penthouse with him and indigo, as well as blumei, maju, babydoll, yìzé, and (once in a while) yúyīn. he sleeps in with indigo whenever he can and enjoys quiet mornings where the girls are at school, the dogs don’t have any zoomies, and everything from the cleanliness of him and the house to the smell of his coffee is just right. however, xīn’yuè is always forcing him to go to work, scolding his lethargy and indigo’s encouragement of it. luckily, no one has to remind circe to be on time for his interior designing classes, as he’s genuinely passionate about it. since he’s not a vampire here, and instead just has traits that resemble a vampire, circe enjoys halloween and spooky themes. he also bites his lovers when bored, was naturally born with his canines being pointer than usual, and is scarily skilled at climbing and maneuvering on the monkey bars or climbing trees. he loves evening/night walks, partially because his skin is still sensitive to excessive heat. the california sun will provoke an eczema-like condition just like in mythical au’s but to a normal extent. he’d rather get caught in the fricking rain.

დ jujutsu kaisen au notables! n/a (temporarily).

ᰍ age appearance. twenty-five (25). ᰍ birthday. may 9th. ᰍ nationality, race, + ethnicity. (varies per au), asanbosam, + senegalese and chinese. ᰍ gender, prns, + sexuality. male (amab), he/him, + omnisexual.

ᰍ sun sign. taurus. ᰍ MBTI. istp-a, the assertive virtuoso.

ᰍ likes. his electric guitar (delune— yes, he named her); playing the guitar is considered his biggest hobby, adoration and talent. his old doberman, yìzé, and his bloodhound babydoll. his cottage. alone time. blood oranges. ironically, loves garlic bread + garlic based dishes (especially pasta). scaring trespassers, or making his friends jump with jump-scares and shoulder-taps for a good laugh. coal black, wine red, and sometimes pink! strawberry icecream. philosophy and sacred music, especially within the selenian race. feminism. boots. silver jewelry. having his hands in aesthetically pleasing positions (pockets, behind his head while laying down,arms crossed, etc). anzhong products. people who use manners. sweethearts, but especially male sweeties (he just wants to pinch their cheeks ugh). MOTHAFUCKING INDIGO and MOTHAFUCKING XĪN! ᰍ dislikes. random space invaders/leeches. too many home guests (or any really). yellow. stalkers/yanderes/yandere-coded people (specifically when targeted at him). pushy people. paranoia, pessimism + assumptions. difficult/slow learners (as a music teacher he struggles with younger kids that don’t process so easily). jellies and jams. the taste of vanilla. misogyny and misandry. bad hair days. getting stuff under his nails, especially when freshly done. vengeance, gossip + untrustworthiness. cooking for people, especially when there’s a lot of em’— no, even worse if they’re too picky.. bicycling. hot, summer days. being caught in the rain without a stylish umbrella. loud noises. dogs that bark too much. explaining/over-explaining himself.

･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.

After It Rains ୨୧ “Jeez, what a mud bath. *Looks at his dogs.* Glad you two are out of your piglet puppy days heh heh. Guys? *Theyre walking away from him and he’s holding back laughter.* Was it something I said? Come ahhnn! I’m saying you liked the mud!”

About Jihane ୨୧ “The last time we spoke she foretold that my aura was yellow indefinitely. She was wrong. .. It’s red. *Looks off at something in the distance and pauses.* I’m not delusional.”

About Circe: Signature Dish ୨୧ “Nah. That’s a myth, just a little misconception. I use garlic in a lot of my dishes, especially pasta. The best kind I’ve tried thus far? Cherub Sin, easily. It’s a faultless dish. I personally believe the best noodle for any garlic and parmesan pasta is angel hair, and that dish recognizes it perfectly.”

Good Night ୨୧ “Hm.. Remember the night routine I showed you. Ice. Your. Face. Top priority, right? Alright then, and I bid you goodnight. *Nods off salute-like with two fingers and walks away.*”

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[yocioon]

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄.

⌕ ┆ ID VERIFICATION

⤷⠀⠀⠀𝐘𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋 / 𝐂𝐙𝐀𝐑 ! he / xe. nineteenies. lesbian.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♱

୨ 𖥔 ୧⠀hola, amorcitas ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ! mi nombre es yociél o czar. i’m a mentally ill teenager from the small island of puerto rico who found a passion for writing at the ripe age of 8 years old, and an absolute admiration for graphics at 14. now at 19, and still afraid of fnaf 4, i’m a self taught-self made graphic designer with a future clothing business in the works.

[ ♡ ] ⸻ p.sunghoon⠀⠀╱⠀⠀xe’s a dangerous one.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ he’s the crazy type.⠀⠀╱⠀⠀s.ricky ⸻ [ ♡ ] ⠀▎

୨ 𖥔 ୧⠀i am currently watching weak hero class 1, ballerina, my name, all of us are dead, girl from nowhere, incantation, extraordinary attorney woo, bloodhounds, kill boksoon, true beauty, extracurricular, sweet home, the glory, f&f: tokyo d.

✿ 。 ׄ ׅ 𝟶𝟶 ׄ 𓈒

⠀⠀⠀ ❝⠀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃’𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍’ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘.⠀❞

[ 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒) ] : evren. benji. venix. venom. yociél. czar. junior. you can choose whichever one you like most to call me, i don’t care. you can make a nickname from them, i don’t care. just call me whatever, and make sure to ask first before doing so please n thank you amores.

[ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 ] : women. milfs. the color blue (duh). kitties. doggos. anime. kdrama. fashion. making oc’s. sharkies. chocolate. blasting music. cities and islands. maladaptive daydreaming. being a certified hater 4life. shit talking with varo; mia, lin, & via. using kaomojis like my life depends on it. tteokbokki. rabokki. iced coffee. new york bagels. teriyaki salmon. birria.

[ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 ] : men. kiss ass people. the heat. people who can’t understand simple boundaries. loud noises. any type of “ism”. banana flavored anything. kiwi. almond joys. dolphins.

[ 𝐅𝐀𝐕 — 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ] : minecraft. roblox. call of duty (1-4, wz, mw1&2). gta. walking dead. the last of us. the quarry. sims 4.

[ 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒 ] : huening bahiyyih. choi beomgyu. baek sunwoo. kim seokjin. choi san. big matthew. kim sunwoo. park wonbin. lee chaeryeong. jeon soyeon. kim jiwoo. lee jihoon. yunjin huh.

[ 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 ] : sunghoon. intak. dino. gunwook. ricky. chuu.

⠀⠀ ❝⠀'𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄.⠀❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ : 𝟶𝟶 ꞌꞋ ۪ ׄ ﹏

© 𝐘𝓞𝐂𝐈𝓞𝓞𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑⠀♱⠀mature discretion advised. all rights reserved. do not plagiarize or steal works.

[ladyimaginarium]

man ....... my& founders era first generation jinchuriki oc's were literally SOOOOOOO fucking iconic i& CAAAAAAAANT

they rly were iconic plural representation b4 i& even knew i& was a s.ystem. im& so sad i& never got to explore them more but like. i& love them sm. like.

fusa arashi is the first kazekage's bastard daughter by a tribeswoman in the country & grew up on the streets of sunagakure & she made friends with these street dogs that she made her familiars then she had to like. compete with her legitimate siblings to gain her father's affections & she's forced to be the jinchuriki of shukaku against her will to become the country's pride & weapon & she's literally like. 13-14 when all this is happening. a litcheral child. she rly was so iconic. she was called the wild child & then eventually the desert rose. she'd like. never sleep bc shukaku doesnt let her. she'd have all these fancy fuinjutsu & would seal bitches in sandcastles & have all these wack ass wind jutsu strong enough to level small sections of forests ( & a funny scene in my& head is that whenever she sneezes ppl literally get knocked over if they're too close to her lmao ) & have a sense of smell similar to a bloodhound & bc her mother's tribe were expert hunters she'd be insanely good at hunting & tracking people down similar to a sensory nin & she could like absorb things into her skin & she'd have this summoning contract of raccoon dogs & use her dogs from the streets as familiars & her own personal service dogs & use feral taijutsu attacks like a dog would & much like her future successor gaara used her sand as the ultimate defense.

nii tora was a liberator & she was this warrior princess who led her people to safety in the warring era & then allied w/ the senju to take back her lands & now she's the trusted adviser to the raikage & she willingly took on the role of jinchuriki to matatabi. & my girl was going OFF !!!! she was out here w/ the whole claws & everything & spitting out blue fire & just. overall using blue fire techniques that couldn't be put out with water & was one of the fastest kunoichi in the world & was out here being so iconic bc she's litcherally married to ANOTHER jinchuriki the raikage's brother lmaoooo

yuki shiro was out here being a pirate lord & the lastborn son of the first mizukage & a princess from the yuki clan & he was born albino & thus bc of superstition was seen as like. this dark omen by the entire country & this mf..... this mf deadass went up to his father & was like "aiight since y'all fucking HATE ME SO MUCH i'll be your monster" & took the jinchuriki role w/ pride & he was out here killing his siblings in a civil war & raided across the world & he was actually a major key player in the destruction of uzushiogakure aka the reason why kushina, nagato & karin & to an extent naruto himself dont have a country no more. rip btw his partner is another jinchuriki who's nonbinary & they're. super fucking gay together. & like. not only did this mf have ice release but this mf also had coral manipulation techniques & could like. use shell techniques & his skin was TOUGH

terumi akane..... she's a literal bombshell ilhsm. she a baddie that will Never take no for an answer. she was out here being this. like. spy/assassin & was one of the greatest taijutsu practitioners in the world & her era & willingly took the duty of jinchuriki with her adopted brother head on. she was out here with all these insane green fire techniques & could also use lava release but being the jinchuriki of son goku made it that much more crazy powerful & could make magma armor to protect herself & could also use different variants of lava like strong acidic mud to hot molten rocks to quicklime whether corrosive or noncorrosive to vulcanized rubber stuff to melting flames to ashes.... all in HEELS. she really was That Bitch TM

goemon ishimaru is akane's younger adopted brother. he's a hardhead & ngl a fun loving chaotic dumbass but we love him 4 it. he was on a three man team w/ himself, akane & onoki. he was also the physically strongest member of his village. literally the only reason why he took the role of jinchuriki was because his older sister didn't have to feel alone in the world. he had. insanely massive superhuman strength & could use steam techniques from boil release that could give him even more strength that rivals gyuki the 8 tails & he could also use it to burn & melt surroundings & could use steam armor & he also had horns from kokuo if he chose to. so. yeah thats smth lmfao

homatsu mizuto is shiro's enbyfriend. they were a broke ass enby w/ no lands or titles & would always just... wander the docks & watch the ships pass & they were basically shiro's only friend growing up. literally the only reason why they took the place of jinchuriki was because they didn't want shiro to feel alone in the world & the thrill of adventure. literally everybody thought they were insane but shiro liked them so that's all that mattered. they're literally that meme of the stick people killing people brutally & also the other meme of a neurodivergent stickperson jumping off the walls..... yeah. they also helped shiro w/ the destruction of uzushio. they, like utakata, could use bubble techniques & could use acid techniques in both gaseous & liquid forms that could burn through most materials in seconds & could also like develop this mucus that could immobilize its victims & also use poison techniques. we love 2 see it.

tamamushi takiko was actually kakuzu's apprentice. she was sold to a pleasurehouse by broke parents until kakuzu bought her freedom & set her free. the takikage had other plans for her tho... & that involved becoming the jinchuriki of chomei. kakuzu was her only companion. sure he was a grumpy asshat but she didn't mind. but she's. surprisingly still a really sweet person despite everything. she'd have all these insect techniques like developing chitin to be used as lil weapons or surgical threads & develop an exoskeleton as a defense mechanism & be able to use a bifurcated horn when necessary & she could also molt & release pheromones for a variety of different purposes & was immune to diseases & poisons bc of insect immunity & like the bombardier beetle she had this spray technique that while mixing hydrogen peroxide quinone & her own chakra could be fired at enemies that was a scalding 100 degrees celsius & also have the ability to fly w/ these really pretty wings. she was there the day kakuzu tried to assassinate hashirama. she just rly was the sweetest person ever.

otenki b is tora's husband & we love him sm. he was out here being a great father, gladiator, warrior & revolutionary. very few truly knew his real name. he was his brother's right hand man thru & thru & most ppl to this day internally shit themselves even after he's dead. he was out here fighting the uchiha & was just that badass. he took his duty as a jinchuriki w/ pride & was out here doing black lightning techniques & could do all this crazy shit with swords & could do nintaijutsu & could surround himself in black lightning & bc he was gyuki's jinchuriki he could also do insane feats w/ his superhuman strength & also use ink techniques that could be used to create clones or blind enemies.

im& not gonna get into u.zumaki m.ito bc she's. not rly an oc she's a canon character lmfao but...... she was out here w/ chakra chains that could not only pulverize & beat the living shit out of u & would be capable of fighting a bijuu head on but can also bind & nullify ur chakra & the byakugou seal aka the pinnacle of chakra control, slug sage mode that allowed her to use slug senjutsu w/ acid techniques that could melt through rocks, all ur skin, muscle tissues & bones w/ ease & the nine tails chakra mode on top of that...... g-d help everyone.... mom come pick me up im scared lmao

& btw uh. since this is the founders era....... the og nine jinchuriki could use chakra modes willingly & could achieve partial transformation as well as just. full on transformation & merge w/ their tailed beasts so..... rip @ the entire world lmao

do not reblog unless you're a member of our& system.

[fairy-writes]

Fire Force K-9 Unit

ALL INFO ON THE UNIT FROM PREVIOUS POSTS IS ALL COMPILED HERE I’ve had some interest in people wanting to use the K-9 Idea and I’m pretty cool with that! 

The only thing is you have to a) message me and let me know, b) tag me in your works with the unit, and c) give me credit! Just in case there are a few people interested, I only made 3 teams so if you make OC Teams (or just a single OC) for this let me and I’ll add them and tag you!

In-Depth Summary:

The Fire Force K-9 Unit is a special unit within the Fire Force that uses dogs to detect the chemical changes in the body before someone becomes an Infernal. (Similar to dogs detecting heart attacks, seizures, or cancer) The K-9 Unit is broken into three sections. The dogs, the actual K-9 handlers, and the extraction team. Each handler is paired with a dog and an extraction officer. These groups work together until retirement or until they die in the line of duty.

Each “Team” of the K-9 Unit is subject to being ‘assigned’ a Fire Force Brigade to aid in finding Infernals and putting them to rest. These assignments are set to be changed at any time and are not permanent. Teams cannot request to be paired with a Brigade and vice versa. They are paired according to what the Chief of the Unit thinks is best.

Dogs are usually fed a special high-calorie meal similar to what sledding dogs eat: high protein, high fat, almost a gruel or soup mixed with high-performance dry kibble. This is subject to change between Handlers depending on what they feel is best for their dogs.

The Handlers live in the barracks with their extraction officers and dogs. Each team is assigned a two-room dorm with access to a large communal outdoor area for their dogs to run around in their free time.

Name: Special Fire Force K-9 Unit

Controlled By: Tokyo Army

Members: All names are written in the format: (given name) (last name)

Chief of Unit: Edgar Bratton <Former Extraction Officer>: @fairytailwzard

Oversees operations and budgets of the Unit.

Develops programs.

Holds meetings and speaks at press conferences.

Oversees training programs (for humans) and will sometimes offer lectures at the K-9 Unit Academy.

May be called to action in case of an emergency.

Works alongside the Brigades’s captains in matters regarding Infernals.

Deputy Chief/Lieutenant: Akira Ishida <Former Handler>: @fairytailwzard

Dog: Porphyrion “Phear”

Breed: Dalmatian, Female

Assists Chief Bratton in any and all assignments he may get.

Advisor to Chief Bratton.

Oversees specific training for the dogs in the K-9 Unit.

May be called to action in case of an emergency.

Team A: @fairytailwzard

Misaki Hino <Handler>

Eddie Pritchard <Extraction Officer>

Magnum “Mags” <Dog/Male/Belgian Malinois>

Rambo “Bo” <Dog/Male/Belgian Malinois>

Team B: @fairytailwzard

Caesar Martin <Handler>

Francis Callahan <Extraction Officer>

Bruiser “Bus” <Dog/Male/Bluetick Coonhound>

Team C: @fairytailwzard

Bonnie Strikland <Handler>

Mary Sullivan Berkman <Extraction Officer>

Diablo “Dede” <Dog/Female/Catahoula Leopard Dog>

Team D: @slapphapp1

Kaede Akiyama<Handler>

Rin Saito <Extraction Officer>

Wendigo “Wendy” <Dog/Female/Bloodhound>

Team E: @thewaterlily (it’s not letting me tag you I’m so sorry!)

Her Post is Here!

Mai Hayashi <Handler>

Osamu Mochizuki<Extraction Officer>

Kayda <Dog/Male/Dalmatian>

Shiro <Dog/Female/Dalmatian>

Team F:

<Handler>

<Extraction Officer>

<Dog/Breed>

Team G:

<Handler>

<Extraction Officer>

<Dog/Breed>

Team H:

<Handler>

<Extraction Officer>

<Dog/Breed>

Positions:

The Handler:

Handles the dogs.

Has basic training as a fire force soldier.

Must be well versed in K-9 behavior and emergency first aid.

Training for K-9 Handler begins at age 18 and lasts a year in an academy before they graduate and are paired with a senior officer for a year of shadowing/mentoring.

Handlers are paired with dogs within the first week of the academy (can be paired with two dogs if they pass additional testing)

After a year of shadowing, they are paired with an Extraction officer and begin official work

The Extraction Officer:

These officers are trained to help remove the Infernal (whether before or after they become one) to a safe location until the actual Fire Force can get there to put it to rest.

Usually trained as a special fire force soldier or a regular firefighter.

Usually second or third generation.

Training begins at 17 when they graduate from the fire force academy and go into specialist training for two years before being paired with a Handler.

The Dog:

Used to detect Infernals before they actually become Infernals

Breeds usually used are Belgian Malinois, Labrador Retrievers, Hounds, Golden Retrievers, Dalmatians.

General training (obedience, protection, etc.) begins at 8 weeks and older.

Specialized training begins when puppies are about 6-8 months old.

Dogs are paired with handlers at nine months old and will work with them until death or retirement between ages 8-10 depending on the dog and their history.

Uniforms:

Handlers: 

Black long-sleeved thermal shirt with K-9 Special Fire Force stamped in white across the back. 

Fire-resistant cargo pants (in varying colors of gray or black). 

Heavy-duty work boots (varying shades of tan, gray, and black). 

Wears a fire-resistant MOLLE (modular, lightweight load-carrying equipment) vest that carries all of their equipment in pouches and on D-Rings.

Extraction Officer: 

Wears something very similar to the fire force bunker gear except instead of blue stripes it’s white. 

The gear is a bit thinner to allow for better movement and they don’t have as many weapons as they do detainment devices to move the infernal to a secure location to be able to put it to rest safely.

Dogs: 

Black heavy-duty nylon MOLLE vests with reflective strips and lime stripes with K-9 Special Fire Force stamped on it and Velcro patches. 

Black nylon collar with handle and name embroidered onto it. 6-foot leash. 

Vests have handles and buckles to allow for easy picking up and moving and can even clip to the Handlers vest/belt if need be.

[shortythescreen]

come over chapter 2: the invitation.

Warning(s): NSFT/18+, fem reader, dysfunctional family dynamics, semi public sex. 

Relationship(s): Octane/Female Reader.

Summary: Octavio’s family is having an event for their donors. He’d really rather not go but you’d make it a lot more bearable. 

Author’s Notes: I LLIIIIIVEEEEEEE. It took forever to get here y’all but here it is! Part 2 of Come Over! It was originally like, 10k words so I split it into two. Which means Part 3 is already written and I’ll just wait to see how this does before I put it out. 

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3.

Octavio doesn’t avoid his family.

He doesn’t! He really doesn’t. Seven chances out of ten, he picks up the phone when his mama calls, and if he doesn’t it’s probably because he’s in the arena. Or out. Whatever.

He’s sent his papa text messages during every major holiday he isn’t there for. Not that he isn’t there for a lot of them! He’s hasn’t missed El Dia de los Reyes in. Ever. Even if he didn’t show up for his parents’ New Year’s Eve party days prior. Not that he hadn’t wanted to, he’s just a busy guy. Busy guys don’t have time to go to every social event their billionaire parents host.

That’s what he’s trying to tell his mama.

“Mami, I’m busy with the games-” he tries, pressing his fingers to his temples, for once grateful that his mama doesn’t know how to operate the video camera function on her tablet. Otherwise, she’d see the twist of his lip as he speaks. He kinda thinks she might still be able to hear it, considering Elliot is skirting him as he walks through the common room, trying to distance himself from the hostility in his voice.

“Octavio, ya.” She bites and the tone of her voice seals his lips shut. Fuck. How’s that even fair? “The next game isn’t until Monday. You can be back on planet by Sunday night if you leave tomorrow.”

“Ma, I can’t,” Octavio tries, but his mama cuts him off.

“Yes, you can! Octavio Jose, you use Silva Pharmaceuticals for the games. This party is to celebrate all the donors that give us the resources to create the stim you use. You will come to this party, shake hands, jump hoops and do whatever these people want, or we will revoke your supply. Do you understand me?”

Octavio’s nostrils flare, his leg jiggling as he pushes his teeth against his tongue piercing. The stretch of metal against his muscle is half painful, but he ignores the ache in favor of clenching and unclenching his fists.

“Do you hear me-”

“Yes, ma, I’ll be there, bye.” And with that, Octavio taps the pad in front of him, effectively ending the call. He’ll get some messages later about hanging up on her, but he doesn’t care. All he wants to do right now is put his head through the fucking table next to the tablet.

“That, uh, sounded pretty heated,” Elliot says and Octavio snorts, turning pinched green eyes up to his fellow legend. He’s holding out a water bottle, clutching another in his opposite hand, and Octavio snatches it from his hand, not even bothering to grumble a thank you as he guzzles half of it. “Whoa! Easy!”

“I have to go to a party this weekend,” Octavio bites, ignoring the way that Elliot’s lips stitch shut, like his did when mama told him ya. Elliot hums, sipping more cautiously at his own water.

“Wow, what a predac- p-perdim- that kinda sounds like a dumb reason to be upset,” Elliot drops the sarcasm as he fumbles over the word and Octavio barks a laugh.

“Compadre, I wish it was,” he grits, pressing the flat of his palm against his still jiggling knee. It keeps moving. “My parents are hosting some stupid thank you donor thing.”

“That doesn’t sound that bad,” Elliot says, hopping over the edge of the couch to settle beside Octavio. He throws his boots up, resting them on the coffee table in front of him, the slide of the front door accompanied by some more footfalls. “You’ve thanked Silva Pharm on camera before.”

“It’s not the same,” Octavio grunts. Donors lived for Octane. They lived for his thrill seeking and heart stopping shows. They loved his tattoo and his catch phrases and wanted him to keep it up.

His parents didn’t want Octane. They wanted Octavio. And not even the real Octavio – the one they’d always wanted him to be. The one who was content being a dutiful son. The one who didn’t blow off his own legs with a grenade. The one who didn’t renounce his position as the heir to Silva Pharm.

“My mom said she’ll revoke my supply of stim if I don’t go,” he tells Elliot, who sucks in air through his teeth.

“Ooh, yikes. Guess you don’t have a choice, huh?” Elliot says. Octavio grimaces, now sipping at his water, hand still trying to placate his jittering leg.

“No he don’t. He knew that when his mama called,” a voice says and Octavio glances over, catching Ajay at the fridge on the edge of the common room. She’s pulled out a flavorless yogurt and busies herself scraping it into a bowl.

Ajay has been talking to him little by little, but they haven’t talked about the- incident. Of him lying. He lied to her. He regrets it most days. Right now, he really does, because he could really use her advice.

“Maybe it won’t be that bad!” Elliot says and Octavio sniffs, looking down at the coffee table to avoid Ajay’s eyes as she flops onto the couch across from them. She, too, kick her feet up onto the coffee table, slouching into the cushions.

“Maybe,” Octavio says, not moping into his water.

Silence passes between the three long enough for it to begin to feel stiff. Ajay breaks it with a loud sigh, and his eyes turn up, finding her staring at him.

“What?” He asks.

“Do ya parents still need a photographer?” She asks instead of answering him. Octavio blanches, sitting upright, and his leg stops in its insistent shaking, the click of his metal foot ceasing abruptly.

“What?” He asks again and Ajay blusters her lips, stuffing a spoonful of yogurt between her cheeks.

“Ya parents never let you bring a plus one ‘cause you always bring some so’n’so,” Ajay says and before Octavio protests, she continues, “shut up, yes ya do. If they still need a photographer, bring ours. She’s ya friend, right? She’ll make it more bearable, and she’s official, so ya parents won’t say nutin’.”

Octavio swallows, holding Ajay’s stare. She always seems so critical – like she knows what he’s thinking even when he doesn’t think he’s thinking at all. He wonders if she can tell how he’s been around you recently – if she’s noticed how you show up at his house late at night.

“Plus, she’s totally hot,” Elliot remarks and Octavio bristles and, oh yeah, Ajay notices. Her face remains neutral, but she thumps her foot against Elliot, who whines as the coffee table rattles beneath them.

“I’ll think about it,” he mutters, turning back to his water.

-----

It’s probably a bad idea for Octavio to invite you to his parents’ party.

After his… realization, he’s sort of been avoiding you. Not directly because Octavio doesn’t directly avoid- anything, really. He doesn’t avoid things. He’s not avoiding you. You guys just haven’t had sex since he said te amo into your throat. That’s all.

He’s not totally avoiding you, though. He still sends you shitty memes and you still tell him to let you work. He even brought you lunch the other day because your dumbass forgets to eat. Which is why he’s carrying over some empanadas to your studio.

Apex spared no expense for someone who was going to be key to their marketing. Your studio has vaulted ceilings and the pristine, white walls and tarps are constantly lit by either the natural light of the sun or the way too tall studio lights.

You seem concerned with neither, hunched in front of the triple monitors posed in front of your shooting area. He’s pretty sure that’s a picture of Bloodhound you’re editing.

“Hey,” he says, and you jump, your rolling chair skittering back as you dazedly blink up. Your eyes pinch as you squint, clearly perturbed from looking away from the screen after however long you’d been staring.

“Jesus! Fucking say something next time, Oc, you scared me!” You say and Octavio snickers, lips curling into a devious grin against his will.

“C’mon, amiga, you should’ve heard me coming,” he says, tapping his metal foot on the black tile. You huff, turning back to your computer.

“Shut up. What do you want?” You ask, leaning a little closer to the screen, despite having already zoomed in pretty damn far on Artur. Octavio grabs the chair at your left that you usually reserve for when your bosses come to visit, then flops down. The wheels careen him a little away, but he grabs the edge of your desk and pulls himself up.

“You need to eat, muchacha,” he says, holding up the brown paper bag. You purse your lips, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. Wordlessly, you take the bag from him, then move away from your computer.

You lean back in your seat, kicking your legs up onto his lap. Instinctively, Octavio reaches down, grabbing the edges of your feet to keep them in place on his thighs. He thumbs at the edge of your shoe and his nostrils flare. Damn it.

“Thanks,” you say, the crinkle of the bag the only sound for a little. Octavio rests an elbow on the edge of your desk, turning to look at what you’d been doing to Artur. He can see your notes at the top of the screen, scrawled with some digital pen: no alterations to the bird – it would be disrespectful to Houn-

“What’s the matter with you?” You ask, startling Octavio out of his reading. He turns his head to face you, your cheek bulged as you chew.

“What do you mean what’s the matter with me?” He asks back and you roll your eyes, swallowing hard.

“You’re never this quiet,” you say and Octavio huffs, turning to face the screen once again, his leg beginning to bounce in anticipation.

“Fuck off.”

“Fuck you, stop moving.”

“I’m not a fucking—a fucking—joda, what’s that word?”

“What word?”

“You know, for the- for the thing. When you put your feet up. Reposapíes.”

“What, like an ottoman?”

“No, fuck. I mean, yes, but that’s not the word I was thinking of.”

“A footrest?”

“Eso! Yes! Fuck you, I’m not a footrest.”

You press your lips together and silence passes between you for a moment. Then you snort, shoulders folding in. You raise your brows at him, and he sighs, chuckling through a groan, leaning back in his own seat to drag his hand down his face.

“Kinda lost steam there,” you say, and he squeezes the tips of your toes, half in warning, and you giggle. Your expression softens and you nudge his stomach with the toe of your shoe, tickling at the edge of where a sensor exists in his abdomen. “C’mon, Oc, what’s going on? You can talk to me…”

He knows he can. Octavio has vented to you about lots of things before. He’s vented to you about Anita, back before she started to cut him a little bit of slack. He’s vented to you about his phantom pains, on the days that he wakes up and forgets that he doesn’t really have legs anymore. He’s even vented to you about his parents before – about how his father has never quite accepted the man he’s become and how his mom is like an ice sculpture. Beautiful from a distance, but cold, and quick to melt under heat.

Still, with the… incident, he’s hesitant. He feels like he’s digging himself a deeper hole than he should. But he’s here. On Ajay’s advice. Ajay’s always known what’s best, in a way. At least, it seems that way.

“I have to go to some stupid donor function for Silva Pharmaceuticals or my parents are gonna revoke my stim,” Octavio blurts and he sees your expression soften a little, the edges of your brows drooping, your lips half pursing, and he hates, hates the loud LUBB-DUPP in his ears.

“That fucking sucks,” you tell him and he half snorts.

“Si, I know… But you would make it less sucky,” he says, “you… wanna come? I always have a plus one but my ma doesn’t like when I bring just anybody.”

“And your fuck buddy isn’t just anybody?” You deadpan, raising a brow, and Octavio hums, tugging at the toe of your shoe on his lap.

“You’re a professional photographer,” he reminds you. “It would only be for a night. Less than twelve hours. Fourteen if you include ride time to Psamathe.”

“Oh, Oc…”

“Mami, please? Please. My parents would pay you for the shots. There’s gonna be tons of booze.” He tries.

“Octavio-”

“You don’t even have to talk to anyone but me!” He insists.

“Oc-”

“I hate these things. We can get a hotel right after and you can ride my face right up until I have to be back for the game-”

“Yes! Yes, Octavio!” You cry, reaching over and grabbing his shoulders, your body bending awkwardly, tummy crinkling the empanada bag in your lap. You shake him a little. “Yes, I will come with you, Jesus Christ. I was gonna say yes to begin with!”

“Why didn’t you just come out and say that then?” He huffs, though the tension drains out of his shoulders and he smiles at you, lips pulling up further at one corner. His chest expands with breath, like a weight has been lifted.

“I was trying but you don’t shut the fuck up.” You mutter, shoving his shoulders and he throws his head back, laughing into the vaulted ceiling of your studio.

-----

The week comes and goes within the blink of an eye and Octavio is… Definitely not ready to go to this stupid event. He’s texted you a little more throughout the week, telling you the kind of attire that’s expected at these dumb functions and reminding you that you don’t have to bring any crazy equipment with you.

He calls mama at the last minute, of course, telling her that he’s bringing on a photographer who expects to be paid in full for her services. She’s huffy about it but mostly seems glad someone will be capturing the event from the perspective of the Silva family – though why she kept his pa’s name after the divorce, he’ll never know. Anyway, it’s not like they can’t afford to pay you.

Octavio wears the black tie he knows his mama will hound him not for wearing but he refuses to put the blazer on. Instead, he’ll just carry it, black fabric hanging off his forearm. The sleeves of his white button up are rolled up to his elbows and even though mama could make a big stink, he’d remind her he could have showed up in what he wore in the games – including the Jade Tiger outfit.

It might have been a little too intimate to pick you up. The thought of knocking on your door at an appropriate hour, of being in his monkey suit and offering you his arm, made this feel more like it was a date and not just a favor. Instead, Octavio ordered you a cab and now, he’s waiting for you just outside the entrance of Ship’s Landing.

He’s tapping away on his phone, playing a racing game that he’s definitely going to beat Makoa’s score in. His tongue pokes out and he leans a little closer, glancing up only when he hears the whistle of vehicles going by, hoping to catch sight of your cab.

It’s in the middle of a jump that requires all his attention, a taxi stops right in front of him and the door opens. Octavio glances up, looking back down at his game, only to stop and look back up again, this time lowering his phone to get a better look.

His heart must be running a relay, must be trying to get a lead with a grenade, because the second he sees you, all he can hear is that loud noise again. Like an explosion of movement through his arteries and veins, his heart desperately trying to pick up with the adrenaline in his system. For once, it isn’t a fight, or an explosion, or a race that causes it, though. It’s you.

It’s you, struggling to get some huge camera tote out of the taxi while in high heels (he told you that you just had to bring a camera, damn it). It’s you, wearing a shade of vermillion that matches the fabric of your dress that hugs your figure. It’s you, with the off the shoulder, sweetheart neckline, and Octavio is surprised he can still recall anything about fashion. He’s kind of kicking himself for it too, because he can’t stop thinking of how much of a sweetheart that cut is, how easy it would be to slide it down your chest.

Octavio’s chest constricts, pupils blown wide as he imagines those heels digging into his ass as he fucks you, the sharp pinch of them spurring him faster, harder. It would be so easy to push you back into the cab, pay the driver a little extra to keep quiet while he shucks the dress up to your hips and sucks on your clit until you’re crying.

You guys should skip this. As a matter of fact, he should pay the cab driver to take you guys home so he can rip that dress off you. So, he doesn’t have to see you glide around in it, taking pictures, laughing and holding glasses of chardonnay at some stupid promotional party he doesn’t give a flying fuck about it.

“Oc?” Your voice snaps him from his reverie and Octavio realizes you’re staring at him, lips pursed, half waving to get his attention. “Can you shut the door?”

“Oh, yeah,” he breathes, moving forward to shut the cab door. “You… look really good.”

“Gee, thanks,” you say, smirking his way, and the rare little dance of mischief that glitters in your eyes makes his heart constrict. Fuck, he’s in so much trouble. This was a bad idea. Why did Ajay tell him to do this?

“We should skip this thing,” he tells you, waggling his brows, and you purse your lips at him.

“And get your stim revoked?” Right. He’d forgotten. Which is saying something, a voice in his head that sounds very much like Che says. He bats her away.

“Shut up, I know,” he mumbles and you two walk towards the ship his mama had ordered to take you to Psamathe. It has the Silva Pharmaceuticals logo on the side and he waves away the driver who stands with his arms folded at the passenger doors.

Octavio opens the trunk, taking your camera tote and laying it down in the backseat. You fuss at him, telling him that you can hold it in your lap and that this extravagant looking ship definitely has the space for you to hold your camera. He waves you off, telling you that you’re going to be in the ship for two hours, and you don’t need to be holding the bag in your lap the whole time.

After that, you two set off, towards his home planet. The ship his ma ordered is, of course, top of the line. The interior is plush, and over cushioned, with a tiny little bar on the opposite side of the long seats. You gaze around in wonder, squinting at the compartment at the top of the ship that he knows contains a disco ball.

“Jeez, your family pulled out all the stops, huh?” You ask and he snorts, scooting towards the edge of the seat and grabbing a bottle of Aguardiente his knows his pa keeps stashed for when he has to ride with ma to events.

“Gotta show up in style,” he mumbles, grabbing one of the little cups stacked on top of a fancy looking cupholder. “Would look bad if I came in just a cab.”

He feels your gaze burning on the side of his face and he holds out the first glass of liquor to you. When he looks in your direction, you shake your head, and Octavio shrugs, taking the first shot with a loud ‘aa’ sound afterwards and a little clench of his teeth. Coño, that shit’s strong.

“You’re really stressed about this,” you conclude, and Octavio turns to look at you again. Your hands rest idly in your lap and your eyes seem to look right through him, finding all the little weak spots, the little internal ticks that made him say that stupid thing into your neck.

“I am,” he says, “you can help me de-stress, if you want, chica.”

He waggles his eyebrows at you, masking his discomfort at how easily you read him with a little laugh. To Octavio’s surprise, you reach over, placing a hand on his thigh, and his eyes meet yours with dark intent.

“Yeah,” you say, then lean in, and kiss him. His heart constricts in his chest and he hate, hate, hates Ajay right now.

At the same time, he loves her. Thinks that he should thank her, should apologize and thank her, because you’re kissing him slowly, lips warming him with every gentle slide. Your chin tucks a little closer to your chest as you bow your head, just enough to catch his lower lip between his teeth. He sighs, squirming at the gentle scrape, the distracting buzz of your hand creeping closer to the space between his thighs.

“If we fuck, can you manage not to get cum on this dress?” You ask him as you pull away and his dick throbs at the thought of fucking you.

“Absolutamente, mami,” he mutters, hands creeping out to grab at your hips. He wants to pull you on top of him, pull whatever panties you’re wearing to the side. Watch his dick disappear inside you. Watch you throw your head back while he pulls down that sweetheart neckline-

“I don’t believe that,” you grumble but you’re pushing him down onto the long seat. Octavio lands with a thump and he’s kind of thankful he doesn’t have much hair. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, watching you make your way down his body. You don’t stop to place gentle kisses on his stomach, or any of that other fluffy bullshit that makes his stomach flutter, and he’s grateful and disappointed all at the same time.

You wrangle his belt open, the button of his pants and his fly following. You only scoot his waistband down enough to reveal his boxer briefs and the choked off sound that leaves him as you fenagle his dick out of the small gap in them is embarrassing.

“Shit, mami, you don’t have to, we can wait,” he says, even though his fingers are already tangling in your hair. Impatient. You smirk up at him.

“I don’t think you can,” you reply, before you drag your tongue up the underside of him. He gasps, like the air has been punched from his lungs, hypersensitive from weeks of having not been touched. You let saliva pool in your mouth, then stick your tongue out, watching it drip down. It makes his dick glisten, slippery with your saliva, and a dark spot forms at the base where he’s poking out of his boxer-briefs.

“Baby,” he whines and now his hand has tightened, trying desperately to push you where he wants you. Your licks and kisses are good, but not enough, not for how hard he is, for how he wants to fuck into your throat.

You only smirk, dragging the flat of your tongue up, the tip of it flicking just beneath the head. His hips jerk at the sensation and he rolls his neck back with a little groan. Octavio is always so vocal, so willing to tell you what he wants and what he doesn’t. Right now, what he wants is for you to take it, suck his dick until his eyes cross and he cums down your throat.

“I’m working on it,” you reply, and he definitely hadn’t realized he said that out loud. Oh well. You finally, finally, gracias a Dios, take the tip of him into your mouth. You place your puckered lips over the very tip, tongue poking the salty slit, and Octavio’s mouth falls open. Yours does a moment later and your cheeks hollow as you make your down the length of him.

“Puuuutamadre! Baby! Fuck!” Octavio gasps and he’s thankful to be riding in such a large ship because he’s certain if he kept it up, the driver would definitely know what was going on. He also kind of doesn’t give a fuck, hips trembling with the effort to not fuck your throat. You bob your head up and down, tongue glued to the hard length of him, and fuck, your eyes are closed, like you’re enjoying this.

You have the audacity, in all of this, to drag the tip of your finger around the base of him. He’s so close to being fully buried inside you. You push yourself, making wet noises that go straight to his dick as your lips finally touch the opening of his underwear. Then, the tip of your wet finger prods his rosebud, and that’s all it takes for Octavio to cum.

Toe curling, jaw dropping orgasm. That’s all he can think of when you finally get him to cum, the mere tease of your finger inside somewhere so intimate making his thighs clench. He shudders out, fist clenched tightly in your hair, trying to keep you down and still respect if you need to come up for air, but, coño, do you make it hard to keep that split train of thought going. He feels you swallow, throat folding around his cock, and the motion itself makes him whimper, for once overstimmed.

You slowly pull away, lips swollen and wet and red, sitting back on your knees with a shit eating grin. Octavio is catching his breath, trying desperately to slow his racing heart which, for once, isn’t caused by stim stabbed into his thigh. You gently massage his thighs and, Jesus, he really wishes you wouldn’t do shit like that.

“You good?” You murmur and the husky edge of your voice makes his spine tingle. He nods, slowing his breath to normal.

“I forgot how good you are at giving head,” he tells you and you snort as he looks around. When he doesn’t spy a handtowel, or something that isn’t a napkin that won’t stick to his dick, he gives up, tucking it away with your drool still on it. He adjusts his fly, slowly sitting up, muscles more relaxed than they’ve been in the week since he’d gotten that phone call.

“I expect you to return the favor on the flight home,” you say and he grins, for the moment distracted from the impending doom of his parents.

[astraei]

           &&. no, i’m not making a galra oc. i just needed to get this out of my system

     karkajou ( because i’m uncreative and carcajou means wolverine anyway ) is a RETIRED, DECORATED GALRAN VETERAN. he falls underneath an arctic galran species and his subspecies in particular is reminiscent of what humans call a wolverine. he was born in the far northern regions of some long ago colonized planet. they say his kind are still HALF WILD do to their appearance, culture, GUTTURAL speech, and near BARBARIC ways of living. they are often mistaken to be a LESSER SUBSPECIES. however, this rumor is quickly laid to rest as they are highly intelligent individuals ( though not always, as karkajou would unfortunately have to say due to some certain individuals who lack common sense ). 

    appearance wise, his subspecies is rather easy to recognize due to their WHITE MARKINGS that appear on their chest and may reach upwards towards their throat. each individual has unique chest mark that distinguishes them from one another. they generally have dark purple fur and lighter highlights along their back and their tail. it has been known that the older the galran, the lighter it becomes and at times, it may even become white. they are also known for their HUNCHED FIGURE due to their anatomy. it is not PAINFUL for them to stand straight, but it will become UNCOMFORTABLE over long periods of time. this hunched figure is what keeps them close to the ground and have a loping gait. it has been known that they do WALK ON ALL FOURS at times out of habit as it is better to displace their weight when walking over snow or ice. it must be kept in mind that this subspecies is built like a TANK. the largest of their species may stand up to a height of nine feet and the smallest at six feet, appearing at least a foot smaller when they hunch. females of their species are generally smaller and leaner than males, but that does not stop them from being equally FORMIDABLE. 

    they have thick muscles and dense bones, making them rather COMPACT. this subspecies is known for their endurance and can cross over a mountain in the dead of winter. they are not known for their SPEED because of their size. short bursts of speed are best for them. thick pads on their feet and hands make it easy for them to grip but also not care for the cold snow. not saying they don’t go numb, but at least they don’t get frost bite. they are kept WARM by their double layered coat. the bottom later is very fluffy and soft, meant for insulation. the top coat is generally to keep snow and water from soaking them completely, but also to further insulate themselves. it is the reason why when they sleep on the snow, their body heat does not melt it. along with their thick fur, they have what might be seen as LOOSE SKIN, which is not a sign of dehydration. it allows them, if grabbed by the enemy, to still be mobile and twist around to slash with claws or weapons. 

    POWERFUL JAWS are armed with sharp fangs that are meant to tear through skin and into flesh. due to their jaw strength, it is not unheard of for this species to shatter bone with a single, well struck bite. CURVED CLAWS are essential as it helps them not only fight and hunt, but also dig shelter in the snow or ice if need be. they are excellent climbers as well due to their upper body strength, though are limited to larger and stronger trees that can support their weight. they have a very STRONG SENSE OF SMELL that can easily surpass that of a human bloodhound’s. smelling a frozen carcass six feet underneath the earth is KIT’S PLAY ( this is one of the main reasons why karkajou dislikes traveling in space, due to the STALENESS of the air ). it makes them rather TENACIOUS TRACKERS as their sense of smell allows them to pursue targets even in the midst of a blizzard or underneath fresh snow. though streams and rivers may still throw them off the trail due to the water washing away scent, it will not stop them from a hunt. they are also reputable HUNTERS, though best suited to their natural environment, but only on tundra and deciduous forests. they ABHOR working in warmer climates due to their fur. 

    their attire at home does not require armor, but they do have a SET UNIFORM. this uniform is made out of grey leather from one of the prey species. it is durable and flexible, allowing for unhindered mobility. they have ARM BRACES which work as a combination of weapon and communication. when activated it will either form a shield or become a blade. this arctic species is better in CLOSE COMBAT than long range fighting. most prefer using metal fittings over their claws and fingers, which sharp ridges. so when these claws pierce into flesh, it locks them in place. or should they choose to let go, it causes further damage as the metal shreds muscle as they relinquish their grasp. they are also equipped with a pair of daggers that are clipped onto their lower back where they can be drawn easily and remain out of the way when running. their uniform is often decorated with feathers, bits of antlers or horns, or teeth and claws of fallen enemies. 

    the subspecies themselves are organized into CLANS that vary in size, but generally as little as fifteen members to much larger hordes of forty five. the larger the clan, the more land and territory that they need to sustain themselves. each clan maintains their own territory and it is not unheard of for clans to oust each other from their lands to take over or merge. all members of a clan are HUNTERS AND CAREGIVERS, taking time to not only help raise kits but also hunt to provide for the clan and to protect it. once every half year, clans gather together for a giant feast at the base of a mountain for a week long of festivities. there will be NO KILLING here ( but plenty of blood spill ), though there are competitions held among the clan to see who has the best skills. this is meant to strengthen their ties as a species and bond with one another. there have been instances where TRAITORS to the empire are brought to be used as sport during these times. nothing gets the blood going like hunting down other galrans. there are times where they have fought each other to keep one another from earning the kill, but not for long. they don’t want PREY to get away.

    clans are organized in the same fashion. there is a CLAN LEADER, a SECOND IN COMMAND, and a SHAMAN ( i guess kinda like a druid idk man ). from there you have those who are organized into ranks depending on their age and skills. each member and clan believe in SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST. members can move up rank generally by fighting among themselves. such infighting is actually seen as healthy as it helps build bonds ( or breaks them to be honest ). though for higher positions such as leader and second in command, it is a FIGHT TO THE DEATH. these fights are viewed by the entire clan, including family members. it is why members who wish to challenge for a position know what risks are involved as there is no such thing as a DRAW and there is no such thing as LETTING THE LOSER GO. it is tradition that the challenger and the defending member will fight with just fangs and claws, no weapons are allowed. such fights are extremely bloody and if the winner’s wounds are not too severe as to be considered life threatening, then they are required to EAT THE LOSER’S HEART after the fight. a ceremonial blade is used to cut it out and they are required to eat it while the clan watches. afterwards, wounds will be treated and it is expected that the clan to go back to their duties the next day. 

    they are also oddly SUPERSTITIOUS and they will listen to their shaman, who is generally the most SKILLED of the clan in magic. whether that means avoiding crossing certain places, not entering a fight, etc. clans have been known to cease all hunting parties if the omens are not right. though there have been conflict between following the old ways when it comes to the newer generation. even when TECHNOLOGY had advanced and so were the building capabilities to create facilities that would offer better protection from the harsh environment of their home planet, the CLANS considered it a DISADVANTAGE. such comforts would make them WEAK and prone to LAZINESS. they have survived CENTURIES before without such things and they will continue to do so. though it can’t be said that they are FOOLISH as to ignore such advantages that technology provides in means of weaponry. after all, survival of the fittest did not necessarily mean the STRONGEST, but the FASTEST TO ADAPT. 

    karkajou is the second born kit, the younger brother of leux ( name of a wolverine spirit in native american lore ) who serves as a commander in the empire. he is currently a CLAN LEADER by name, though in reality he serves as second in command for his brother while he is away. karkajou had once served in the ranks of the empire alongside his brother, but returned home as soon as he could be honorably discharged to manage the growing tensions and turmoil among his and the other clans. personally, his brother insisted that he were the one to go home as it would do them BOTH good ( too attached still ). he is EXTREMELY LOYAL to his brother as both of them killed their clan leader and second in order to take over. it was during this fight that he got his GLASGOW SMILE on the left side of his face, allowing others to see his teeth right through. 

    he and his brother are VERY CLOSE. where karkajou sees loyalty in protecting the clan and also managing the home front, leux is unafraid of SACRIFICING them so long as it advances his position; however he is unwilling to LET HIS BROTHER DIE. though karkajou has SOME different opinions on how things should be done in the empire, he does not voice them ( smart move ) or act upon them. at times he may talk to them with his older brother, but leux is quick to subdue such thoughts and reassure him of the empire’s agenda. it has been noted, by several members of leux crew, that when karkajou visits should he dare to leave the clan for a little while, that they often fight one another. minor injuries often result that include dislocated shoulders/jaw, stitches for cuts, and at times a look for a fractured bone. the fighting ends when one of them is pinned and claws or teeth are at the other’s throat.

    as the more forgiving and gentle of the pair, karkajou spends his time managing the clan but also training the new soldiers when they are shipped here as a mission to test their capabilities in deep snow country. often times he finds it more amusing than not. he does ADORE teaching, though it’s also the kind of tough love that his brother gives ( leux can be harsher ). very young kits are a mix for him. at times he will let them clamber all over him and at others, he won’t be afraid to roar in their face of give them a good shake by the scruff to send them off. 

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imagining sylvester lowkey getting "lost" in the woods cuz he went foraging for mushrooms, as one does

he isnt lost, thats just what stone may think, because its been like 5 hours since he left and hasnt called anyone since

bros having the time of his life ngl. and he may havw forgotten his phone at home but. shhh. noone needs to know

Stone: Bloodhound, take a "break" and please go find my husband. He's lost.

Bloodhound, who has to do this constantly & knows Sylvester is not actually lost: Okay.

Sorry, Sylvester. Guess you're going to be tracked down and taken home. Bloodhound is giving you a look of disapproval of forgetting your phone at home, again.

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(hey, well someone has to drive the angst wagon. that. was unintentional tho, whoopsies)

drama queen,, stone, baby. of fucking course you still exist and matter to sylvester, its just been a little while since he's met new people who he can just get along with, and the guy cant even defend himself rn cuz hes mute </3

and since noone else is stopping by the ranch because of a *stares at stone* "certain someone", hes been craving being around someone who isnt immediate family

hes sitting down next to stone tho, leaning against him and grabbing his hand. hes sorry :( and is already beating himself up over it mentally.

he does miss kali and heartthrob and akhil tho. but he also is hella afraid of seeing them again because of how much of a mess he is. bro's brain got scrambles, rewired and scrambled again. hes at least staying on the meds ainārs forced onto him so. at least he can sleep... a little. (on the couch... stone's snoring woke him up still)

The next day, Sylvester wakes up in bed (which was not where he was last time he checked) and for the first time in months, the house is alive with noise that doesn't just come from Stone, Laila, and Mārīte.

In the kitchen are Heartthrob, Stone, and Akhil who are making breakfast for everyone. In the living room are Ladder, Kali, Simba, Nala, Blackout, Frost, and Bear as they sit around, laughing with Laila, Mārīte, Katie, and Laila's girlfriend, Anika (yes I gave her a name finally). Monster, Shadow, and Boris are all curled up together in the far corner of the living room, sleeping away.

Death's out in the field working with Dominic, Sarabi, Cerberus, and Bloodhound. Butcher's sitting on the porch (don't ask me why I think he just loves sitting on the porch).

Stone sheepishly says that he managed to convince everyone to come because he knew Sylvester was feeling lonely with having only the immediate family in the house. Everyone still doesn't like Stone all that much yet, but they're willing to try to get back to where they were before.

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i need all your ocs face shapes, eye shapes/colors, hairstyles/lenghts/colours, nose shapes and everything else please im feral

Okay, this one's going to be a doozy because there's fifteen COD OCs, but at least I've written posts about some of their physical details so I can just link those posts about those OCs and then do the rest that I haven't talked in detail about their appearance.

Literally all of them except Blackout and Cerberus (technically only one of his eyes is not brown) have brown eyes. But all of them do have black hair. So I won't talk about their eye color and hair color.

So Stone, Kali, Sarabi, Simba, and Nala's appearances are talked about here. The physical description for Bloodhound, Frost, Blackout, and Bear are here, though I did change Bloodhound's facial scar to going ear to ear with it going across his nose as well. Hellstorm looks like a younger version of Shah Rukh Khan and I'll put the link to the post where I show the picture of him here.

Okay, so Heartthrob's face shape is round and so is his eye shape. All of the Marines have buzzcuts so he too has a buzzcut, but if his hair was grown out it'd be wavy. His nose shape is pointed and here are the list of his tattoos/scars: U.S. Marine tattoo on his left forearm (a complex tattoo of an eagle and a globe with the words "Semper Fi" below it), an old bullet wound on his abdomen, a huge knife scar going down his back.

Ladder's hair is curly (I believe I once said she had like 3a texture hair) and it falls a little past her shoulders (so she wears it up all the time when in uniform). Her eye shape is round and her nose shape is what's called the roman. She has no scars but here are the tattoos that she has: U.S. Navy tattoo on her left shoulder (one swallow representing the 10,000 nautical miles she's traveled on U.S. naval ships), tattoo sleeve of vines on her right arm. She also has glasses, thin and metal. (I always forget she has glasses.)

Cerberus used to have longer hair like Stone's, but he buzzed it all down to a buzz cut when he got rescued because it got all matted from his captivity. His face shape is His nose shape is button nose and his eye shape is almond. As I said earlier, he does have one brown eye (his left) and his right eye is cloudy white because of a scar going down it and it blinded him (not fully, just partially).

Here are his tattoos/scars: U.S. Navy tattoo on his left shoulder (one swallow representing the 10,000 nautical miles he's traveled on U.S. naval ships), a U.S. Marine tattoo on his right forearm (a complex tattoo of an eagle and a globe with the words "Semper Fi" below it), several whip and knife scars covering his torso, arms, legs, and back. He has a huge knife scar going down his right eyebrow and eye.

Python's face shape is heart and his nose shape is bulbous while his eye shape is round. His hair is the same length as Stone's (story of my life, I know) and it's straight.

Here are his tattoos/scars description: Facial scars (bear claw marks on the left side of his face), pierced ears, full sleeve tattoo of two snakes intertwining on both arms and legs, large tattoo on the middle of the back of a snake swirling upwards until it reaches the shoulder blades, tattoo of the Rod of Asclepius on his left rib cage, tattoos of his late parents name on his ankles with one name on one ankle and the other name on the other ankle.

Death... Death is a little bit tricky. I'm torn between having him be a white man (because he's Russian) but he keeps showing me a mental image of a black man. Anyways, so his skin color is a current mystery, but he has a square face shape and his eye shape downturned. His nose shape is roman. And here are his scars (yes he has no tattoos): Whip scars on his arms, legs, back, and torso. A very old burn scar on the nape of his neck. A jagged knife scar going through his left eye scar but didn't blind him.

Yes, I did in fact decide to just copy and paste everyone's marks section on their basic info post.

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i can do that

boy oh boy Bloodhound better hold on to his clogs because im coming for him

Bloodhound’s waiting for you.

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how does one earn Bloodhounds goodboyness?

i want him expodonciously

Cherish him and be loyal to him. And then you’ll have Bloodhound wrapped around your finger. (He’s not picky and is very easy to please.)

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criminal Bloodhound with mafia boss reader?

i want to pin him down and [REDACTED *followed by words, thoughts and actions that are certainly not in the bible*]

is he a good boy for me?

Criminal!Bloodhound will be a good boy for you, but only for you. One needs to earn his good boyness.

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,,, fuck just had the vivid image in my head of scientist!sylvester nesting. imagining he doesnt *quite* get heats, but he does have a week every few months where he is Not moving from bed and is just needy and pathetic for a while

he pouts at stone for his obvious haterid of bloodhound. i think its really funny to imagine syl and bloodhound actually got to know eachother really well while 3rd wheeling/having those "double" dates over the course of probably months

sylvester, while basically immobilized cuz his dna do be literally built different: can he at the very least just sorta sit next to me :( say yes or i think i will cry. i dont want to cry but im 99% sure that will be the bodily reaction i will have. unfortunately... i should write that down and look into that actually...

fucking nerd. train of thought is going a million miles an hour. he now both wants bloodhound next to him *and* to do niche research on himself

~ rusty

Criminal!Stone, close to crying: Am I not enough to sate your heat??

But he still manages to find Criminal!Bloodhound and bring him to Scientist!Sylvester. He’s so heartbroken and he thinks maybe Sylvester doesn’t want him like that, so maybe he should just let Sylvester date Bloodhound.

He’s very upset.

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scientist!sylvester: hey.. what are we?

criminal!stone: no clue. worshipers of each other?

scientist!sylvester: whew. good. i like that.

criminal!stone: yeah?

scientist!sylvester: yeah. means theres a grand total of 0 romantic attraction coming from you. anyways i gotta go, got a date planned at 7

criminal!stone: im fucking mauling that guy

either way, syl def would ask stone what they are in relation to each other. and then pull that card because "welp he didnt say lovers" while blatantly ignoring that theyre so much more.

((jk thats noncanon. but. syl does have 2 hands (for now) and. well. only one is taken as of now. ((kinda. is. ainārs still his fwb... no clue.))))

~ rusty

Criminal!Stone would in fact maul Criminal!Bloodhound. He's not having a fun time.

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scientist!sylvester, after 3rd wheeling all day, while staring at criminal!bloodhound: hey. im bored. wanna make this a double-date instead? ive decided that if ainārs over here dies, thats on him

((his first thought WAS gonna be "hey im bored. wanna make out?" but i am not allowing him to say that))

~ rusty

Criminal!Stone is wailing inside my head, don't do this to him Scientist!Sylvester.

....Criminal!Bloodhound would love to make it a double-date. It's been a while since he dated anyone.