#error cross is friend's oc heh

[labryveinth]

HELLO TUMBLR!!! LONG TIME NO SEE ... sowwy 4 not posting. been up 2 some MISCHIEF!!! anyway. this is my first oc post EVR.... his name is ethernet! he's an epic sans-turned-error variant.... :3 this is his official ref!!! me & my friend (@tearcynical) created an ask blog 4 ethernet & 4 his oc, crosswise, since they both play important roles in each other's stories. there, i'll reveal more about him as a character!!! the ask blog is named @wirenet (still a wip however...)

for now, you can have a short summary of his personality ( that is quite old but nonetheless... still an ok summary... ) — since an epic without whimsiness isn’t an actual epic, ethernet continues to be just as dorky as his original self, only to a certain extent. due to the multiple malfunctions and distortions of his code, his personality underwent a dramatic transformation. the once patient and calm demeanor he displayed gave way to a volatile and explosive temperament as if he were a time bomb ready to go off at any moment. years of depravation and sleepless nights have contributed to his short-fuse and paranoia, as even the smallest of irritations could ignite his anger, sending him into a tirade. and if you don’t play into his games or entertain him in any way — you may as well dig your own grave. as for his role, from an outsider's perspective, ethernet is considered a digital "destroyer", a threat to the multiverse. however, if you were to ask ethernet himself - he would not identify with any of these terms. due to the destructive nature of his abilities (and his fucked up code), he ends up destroying most things he touches. him "destroying" aus is him desperately searching for a part of himself that he's lost. his ultimate goal!! the reason why he's even touching other aus in the first place. what that "part of himself" is??? I'M NOT TELLING YOU!!! I'M LEAVING YOU ON A CLIFFHANGER!!! (until next episode) his main ability is his cables. it has two uses. first is "extraction", which allows him to extract information from any au by ripping an orifice in the fabric of the timeline & plugging his cables in (praying this made sense). the consequence of this ability is that, upon finishing extraction, the au becomes distorted (and on most occasions, self destructs). the second, replication, allows ethernet to copy an au’s extracted code and temporarily apply it to his own before it malfunctions. here is an example of how extraction would look like.... </3 vvv

here is what (half of) his skeleton looks like ! scandalous, i knoiw... :/

AND FINALLY.... HERE ARE SOME DOODLES I MADE OF CROSSWIRE & ETHERNET. they r canonically doomed yaoi crepic. their ship name is called wirenet how cool is that.!

CROSSWIRE BELONGS TO TEARCYNICAL!!! ok sorry 4 the massive art dump & yap. goodbye,.....

[lovablepiece-of-toast]

@hachiibun 's too cute ocs Raz and Nath

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A/n: This is my first ever public sickfic. Thanks you for @hachiibun for making such good boys and letting me write about them.

So yeah, this is long and kinda out there. Hope you enjoy!

Mentioned: Snez, high fever, (very little bodily harm), germaphobia, superhuman abilities?, smoking

[Some spelling errors might have slipped in]

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Raz comes down with a nasty flu and Nath is Highly uncomfortable :P

Raz felt a little out of it in the morning, but not too bad to skip work. Their office was just two flights of stairs down from his appartement so walk to work was a breeze.

But not today, oh no. Raz had never realized how many steps there were until he had to drop his already tired feet on to each and every one of them. The reason for Raz's persistent tiredness on this very morning was due to him sniffeling and failing to sleep away a small headcold all night.

"Ath-dzsuu!!"

Raz winced at his drawn out sneeze echoing all over the stairwell. He had to stop at the landing to blink away the wooziness. He should just go back. But Nath would not be happy about it. Then again, he wouldn't be happy about Raz showing up all sniffely. Also going down seemed more convinient than hiking back up.

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"Morning", a skeptical Nath greeted his clearly exhausted partner in crime stumbling down the stairs.

"Morning", Raz gave a smile trying to hide the congestion building in his sinuses. He quickly pushed past Nath as his nose started twitching indicading another outburst.

"I'll do some paperwork today".

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"Ath-dzsuu! Ath-dzsuu!!!", Raz slumped over his desk in the privacy of his own little room. With drooping eyes he followed the sheets of paper sent flying by his sneeze.

So much for doing paperwork. The moment he had laid eyes on the documents the words were swimming around on them. No reading, then. How about filing? Well, Raz successfully got the papers into a neat stack. But the unbearable itch finally caught up and...

Here he was, slumped over his desk, sniffeling wetly and unable to get up, let alone pick up the papers.

"I see", Raz looked up to see Nath leaning against the doorframe.

As much as Nath hated germs and all that, the miserable state of his friend was enough to overwhelm the fear with concern. Nath took a step closer as Raz pushed himself up so he was leaning in to his own cupped hand.

Nath scanned his face. Pale, rosy cheeks, long black hair a complite mess and stuck to his sweaty forehead.

"Hey", Raz rasped when tapped his damp forehead, keeping an arm's lenght distance . "Is it really cold in here, or is it just you?". With that Nath pulled back and glared.

"No, it's you. Why did you leave the house with a fever like that?", Nath pressed.

"I don't know?".

"Well. I'll get you home so you-".

"Ath-DZUUU!!!".

"Ohkayy let's go", Nath helped Raz up.

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"Now stay there", Nath ordered with strained voice once Raz was in his own bed.

"Better contaminate this place than the whole office", he muttered closing the door behind him. 'I'm not catching that nasty whatever. All that congestion and fever. Ew.' He let out a puff of smoke. Something he did while really anxious.

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"Done!", Nath proudly presented a bowl of tomato soup to the empty room. He grabbed a spoon and went to deliver the meal.

"Raz! Food's here", he knocked on the door. No reply.

"Raaz-", Nath stopped. He heard something grow, crystallize.

"Raz!!". Shit. Nath knew that sound even in his sleep. What was that idiot doing manipulating shadows with a high fever?

Curse the germs, screw the illness. He slammed the bedroom door open and the sight was something akin to a horror movie.

It was dark. All but the shivering form of his pale friend curled into himself on the bed. Nath squinted and realized the deep shadows around Raz and his bed were Raz's shadow vines. Somehow they had seemed to melt around Raz.

Nath stepped beside him. For the first time in his life he was relived to hear Raz's breath hitching indicading a sneeze. The shadow vines were dargerous but also fragile. If he sneezed they would just crumble-

"Ath-dzuu!"

The bowl smashed to the floor. Darkness became overwhelming. Nath saw his life flash before his eyes. Pain flared at his cheek and forearm.

Nath blinked. He was incased in sharp, spiky shadow formations like in a rose bush.

"Shiiit". Of course. Less light, stronger shadows, and the room was practically pitch black. Nath carefully reached into his pocket and pulled out a small flashlight he kept just in case.

Snap, shatter, crumble. The shadows broke like small branches when Nath shined the light on them as he made his way to Raz.

He was a mess, pantting congestedly, deeply flushtered, choking out sobs, clearly run down with the exertion from his body's feverish trick.

Nath only had to to wave a hand over him to feel the heat.

Nope, nope, Noooooooope. Not good. Not good At All.

"Don't you dare to die on me!", Nath backed away, side-stepping the puddle of scalding soup , grabbed his hat that got pinned to the wall, flipped on the lights and bolted out to the nearest pharmacy.

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"Na-Nath?", Raz mumbled. He opened his eyes and hissed at the lights.

What time was it? He couldn't tell but at least he was coherent. "Ugh", he snorted up the pain throbbing in is nose and roof of the mouth. Well, now his eyes were open and he noticed the medicine and a water bottle on the floor. As Raz reached for the aid and felt something wet fall on to his lap. Oh. A cool washcloth. It took some effort to srew off the caps. Raz took a sip of water, winching at how the swallowing stung his raw throat. Then he gingerly chuged down the pills and choked a few chesty coughs. He shakily slapped the colth over his forehead and the daze lolled him quickly back to sleep.

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Nath dragged a long breath from his smoke and let it hang from his lips. It was chilly out but he didn't want smoke the whole building. And the city's skyline against the night sky wasn't the worst wive to get lost in.

He sighed and swept back some of his grey hair behind his ear, feeling the band-aid covering the scratch Raz had made there earlier. Nath didn't even want to think about how dirty it was, he tried not to care.

Why did he do all this? Why he was willing to push himself beyond his comfort-zone just because Raz was under the weather? Raz was an adult, Nath didn't have to take care of him.

Still, Raz was his friend and Nath cared about the man. No matter how sick. He knew Raz would do the same for him.

Nath was pulled to reality by the padding of barefeet. He turned around suprised, dropping the cigarette pud out the window by accident.

Raz stood in the living room. It crossed Nath's mind he was sleepwalking until Raz's eyes focused on him, fully awake.

"Oh, you're up", Nath stated. He was extremely relieved to note that Raz was looking a lot better. The flush had lessened and color returned to his face, his eyes were clear so the fever must have died down and he wasn't shaking like a leaf.

"How are you?".

"I'm-", Raz started but paused and held out a finger, othe hand rubbing his nose. Nath's eyes grew wide in terror. Not again. Raz noticed and chuckled.

"Heh, I'm good actually. A little hungry."

To that Nath sighed dramaticly, blowing out enough smoke to dim the room and collapsed on to the floor, relief welling up in his chest.

"Nath? You good?", Raz peered over.

Nath gave a thumbs up.

"Anyway. Thanks for looking after me", Raz shuffled his hair," I know how much you hate getting sick".

"No problem."

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Part Four: Dreckskerl (Series 18, Part 4 of 9)

Series Eighteen: The Conference, Day One (9 Parts) Part Four: Dreckskerl (Series 18, Part 4 of 9) My masterlist is at the end of my bio.

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three) Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OC Rinda Parks Word Count: 1,042 Rating: M for Language Author’s Note: Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. OFC with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. The keep reading link shows up on my laptop but not my phone. Ugh. Thank you @asherella-is-a-dork-3 for always being my sounding board! Thank you @cora-nova @silviasutton1989 @bobasheebaby​ @riseandshinelittleblossom​ for being my thirsty Bastien friends and for still being a part of the journey! Series Summary: This focuses on day one of the conference and Rinda’s interactions as a professional, friend, and girlfriend.

Chapter Summary: Rinda presents at the conference and later her temper gets the best of her when she’s disrespected by male colleagues. Author’s note—I don’t speak French so I used Google Translate. If there are glaring errors, please let me know and thank you!

Dreckskerl

Bastien stayed for part of Rinda’s panel presentation before attending a presentation geared for security personnel. When the moderator introduced the panel members, each person was introduced with their academic titles and positions, except for one person. Bastien saw Rinda’s brows furrow and watched how she scribbled something on a piece of paper and slid it over to the man. When the paper slid back she widened her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. The moderator was about to begin the discussions when Rinda politely interrupted. “Excuse me, but one of my colleagues needs further introductions. Kyrie Tagmatarcha Callas Mr. Major Callas served in the Greek military for over 20 years. We are very fortunate that he is here today to share his expertise and perspective with us.” She turned to Major Callas. “Thank you, sir. And thank you for your service.” Bastien gave an appreciative nod as Rinda turned her head and calmly held eye contact with the shocked moderator until he averted his gaze. His Tria was a team player, and no one disrespected another member of her team. Rinda’s presentation went well and she began making new friends (she hated the term “networking”), but she stayed in groups with other teachers and administrators. It wasn’t until the lunch break that she had a chance to even see any of the security staff who were also attending the conference. She searched for Bastien and Drake in the room and she was able to make eye contact with Bastien. He seemed to be having a good time, talking with Drake and another security officer. But still. The dynamic in the room wasn’t good. Rinda was wearing a suit because she presented, but she planned on wearing professional clothes the second day also, like many of the other teachers and administrative staff. There were some security officers who were wearing a suit, but some panels included self-defense drills, so most were wearing the appropriate clothing. Even if Rinda wanted to participate in one of their sessions, she wasn’t dressed for it. Throughout lunch the security staff stayed in their own groups and the teachers stayed in their own groups. It made sense because people often continued their conversations from the panels they attended, but the divide between them was clear. Rinda grabbed her brains and began jotting notes in the book for ways to fix this as she continued to help with Cordonia’s security program—and host Cordonia’s own conference. Then she whispered something to Nadia, and the ladies grabbed their plates and drinks and went over to a table with empty seats to introduce themselves to some of the security officers. Unfortunately the goodwill gesture didn’t go as planned. One of the men assumed the ladies weren’t interested in having a professional conversation during lunch, and his friends quickly lowered themselves to his level. Rinda stood up in fury and addressed the ringleader. “Μη γίνεσαι μαλάκας”  Don’t be an asshole. “We were just trying to break up the obvious divide between the teachers and security officers, not come on to you.” At the same time Nadia was rolling her eyes in disgust. “Putain de bordel de merde! C’est vraiment un trou de cul, celui-là!” Jesus Fucking Christ. That guy’s a real asshole.

Rinda raised her voice and spoke to Nadia, although she held her gaze with the men, her words obviously directed at them. “Ah, ma cocotte. Ce n'est pas de ta faute. Vous devez avoir vos règles. Hey honey. It's not your fault. You must have your period.

She turned to Nadia. “Je suis tellement ennuyé avec ça. Allons-y.” I’m so fucking bored with this shit. Let’s go.

Rinda threw in a scathing German phrase for good measure. “Was für Dreckskerl.” What a filthy pig. What a bastard.

Slowly the lunch room grew quiet as people realized an altercation was taking place. Bastien and Drake stood up to walk over to Rinda, but Tagmatarcha Callas was closer. “Ladies, may I be of assistance?” He drew back in surprise when he saw the golden topaz fury in Rinda’s eyes, but she gave him a genuine smile. “No Tagmatarcha Callas, but thank you for offering. My friend and I meant to get more of the security officers and teachers to interact, instead of sitting on opposite sides of the room, but it didn’t go as well as we planned.” She rolled her eyes and shrugged before turning to Nadia. “I think we should just sit back on our side of the room before I make things worse.”

Callas looked around the room as they walked away. Rinda was right. There was an obvious divide and based on his interaction with her during the panel presentation, he knew she had a genuine interest in bridging that divide. “Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.” It was the voice he used in the field when he needed to issue commands or rally his troops. “I would like to invite any teachers to join me and my friends at my table so we can share ideas about security issues in our schools.” Rinda and Nadia were almost to their table when they turned around in surprise. They nodded at each other and walked back to Callas. Rinda looked over at Bastien and Drake, a plea in her eyes, and Bastien smiled as he stood up.

“Would anyone on the other side of the room like to switch seats with me so we can meet more people and exchange ideas?” Rinda gave Bastien a grateful smile. She knew he hated initiating introductions and making small talk, so she knew how much this gesture meant.

She purposely stepped over to Bastien and Drake as they crossed the room. “Thank you, Drake” she whispered.

“Heh, it’s okay.”

“And thank you, Tiger.”

Their hands were full as they carried their plates and drinks, but Bastien leaned over to kiss the top of her head. “You’re welcome, Tria.” He snickered. “You told me that you learned conversational French from Grandma Lorinda. Did she teach you all of that?” Rinda grinned and shook her head as she continued to walk toward Callas’ table with Nadia.

Slowly some of the people in the room switched seats, and Rinda smiled at Nadia and Callas. It was a start.