#i feel i'm lacking in OCs that are connected so

[mimble-sparklepudding]

OC Questions on the Seven Forms of Love.

A little list of OC questions based on the seven types of love identified in Ancient Greek thought. Obviously this is a highly simplified presentation of some quite complex philosophical concepts from Classical History, intended more for the purposes of entertainment than education. I also left out Mania, which is arguably an eighth type of love (Obsessive), because I'm keeping it mostly positive in these tricky times!

Eros – Romantic, Passionate Love.

Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionary? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

How important is sex to them in a relationship? Do they see it as something essential to their happiness? Would they be able to remain in a monogamous relationship with someone they loved without sex?

How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public?

Do they believe in love at first sight? Have they ever developed a crush or romantic (or erotic) fixation upon a stranger based on their appearance alone?

How closely is their opinion of their own beauty (or lack thereof) linked to their confidence? Do they see themselves as more or less worthy of love or sex based on how attractive they feel?

Philia – Affectionate, Platonic Love.

Does your OC have a Best Friend? If they do then how long have they known each other and how did they meet? If they don't then do they have a close group of friends they love equally? Or are they more of a loner?

Does your OC find it easy to make friends? Or are there barriers to them doing so? If so then are these due to issues of inclination, communication, or something else entirely?

What qualities does your OC most value in a friend? Loyalty? Shared sense of humour? Or something else?

Is your OC able to build close friendships with people very different from themselves? Perhaps in terms of culture, age or personality?

What is their most fervent wish for their best friend(s)? How far would they go to make it happen?

Storge – Unconditional, Familial Love.

Did your OC's parents love them unconditionally? If so then has this helped them feel confident as an adult? If not then how has this affected them? What were the conditions their family attached to their relationship?

Does your OC have children? If so then how fiercely do they love them? If they have more than one then do they love them all equally? If they do not have children then is this part of their future plans?

How far does parental approval (imagined or expressed) impact upon their current sense of self-worth? What might they sacrifice or attempt to achieve in order to ensure the approval of their parents?

Does your OC have any siblings? If so then did their parents have a favourite growing up? Has their relationship with their sibling changed in adulthood? If they don't have any siblings then do they perhaps feel they have missed out on an important relationship? Do they have any especially close friends who go some way towards filling that role?

Is your OC able to love without necessarily needing or expecting reciprocation or reward? Or are all their relationships to some extent transactional? Have they ever loved another person unconditionally, whether a child or another adult?

Agape – Selfless, Universal Love.

Does your OC wish to make the world a better place? How far do they see that as being their responsibility? What lengths would they go to in order to help achieve this?

Does your OC feel a spiritual connection to the world around them? Do they have a particular love for nature or living things?

To what extent does your OC believe in the value (or even existence) of true altruism? Do they see an unselfish concern for the welfare of others as being naïve or foolish? Or as a moral quality to which people should aspire?

Does your OC have a religious faith which emphasises the importance of a love for all people? If so then do they try to follow these teachings authentically? Or do they just pay lip-service to them? If not then do they follow a more martial or mercantile faith? Or none at all?

Does your OC find it easy to empathise with their enemies? Or do they see it as important to dehumanise them in order to combat them with sufficient determination?

Ludus – Playful, Flirtatious Love.

Does your OC have any particular favourite chat up lines? If not for themselves then perhaps ones they have suggested to a friend? How effective do these tend to be?

Is your OC particularly skilled at flirting? Have they had to practice this or does it just happen naturally?

How does your OC feel about one night stands? Have they ever enjoyed a night of passionate romance with a stranger? Is this something they are quite keen on recreationally? Or only something they might engage in under specific circumstances (such as the eve of a battle or after a difficult breakup)?

Who was your OC's first crush? How do they feel about it now?

What seduction techniques are most likely to be effective when it comes to your OC? Are there some things guaranteed to get them going? Or are they immune to such things?

Pragma – Committed, Long-Lasting Love.

Is your OC in a committed long-term relationship (or relationships)? If so then what has contributed to this relationship lasting so well? If they are not in such a relationship, then is this something that saddens them or which they regret?

What is the biggest challenge that your OC has had to overcome in a long-term relationship or friendship? What helped them get through this?

Are your OC's parents still together? To what degree do they look to their own parents as a model for their own ideal relationship?

After the initial fires of passion cool to some degree, what would keep your OC engaged in a relationship? Shared goals? Similar values? Or contented companionship?

What importance or value does your OC attach to marriage? Do they believe that it is important to make a public statement of commitment to another person (or persons)? Or are they more concerned about inheritance rights and security for their family? Or do they not see marriage as a necessary signifier of commitment and loyalty?

Philautia – Self Love.

Does your OC have a healthy sense of their own worth and value? Or do they see themselves as failing to live up to their original potential? Perhaps they are convinced of their own sinful or inadequate nature?

Does your OC believe that it is important to love themselves in the first instance? Perhaps in order to be able to give and receive love authentically? Or because they believe first and foremost in "looking after number one"?

Does your OC judge themselves by the same standards as they apply to others? Or are they sometimes hypocritical in condemning others for faults they also possess? Or perhaps they find it easier to forgive others for things that they cannot abide in themselves?

Which of your OC's qualities makes them the most proud? Do they think more people should be like them in this regard? Or do they quite like being rare in possessing it?

Has your OC always had the same opinion of themselves or has this changed over time? Have they learned to love themselves - perhaps with the help of others - as their journey progressed? Or have the consequences of their actions only served to erode their sense of self-worth?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

theorizing

It's still early in the event, but I'm already trying to think about what Hot Topic Issue this year's Halloween event might tackle (assuming it follows the precedent set by GloMasq and Playful Land). Here's the theory I present to you: the conflict will be about escapism and where to draw that divide between fantasy and reality. Why do I think that? Because there are lots of parallels between our shiny new guy on the block, Skully, and us, Twst fans.

Book 7 presents a similar idea when Lilia and Malleus discuss the life cycle of Gao-Gao Drago-kun, how short it is, and how convenient it would be if the virtual pet could live forever in a fantasy world. In the same book, Yuu has finally found a potential route home... meaning an end to their story and their time in their current world. Read another way, it can be said that we, the Twst fans/players, are like Malleus, not wanting anything about our lives in Twisted Wonderland to change. We want to stay here among these characters we have come to love and grow close to, not return to our boring mundane lives in our original worlds... in reality. Likewise, similar points of comparison can be drawn between these themes and Lost in the Book with Nightmare Before Christmas, even as early as part 1.

Now in this allegory, Skully represents us, the average Twst fans. Here's the parallels I noted:

Skully is notably a first year, which matches up with the grade level that Yuu (the player self-insert/POV character) is assigned to

Skully attends a school where his peers don’t understand him or his interests. This mimics the experience of some Twst fans, who may be misunderstood even within the anime fandom. How many times have people joked “Oh, you like the Disney dating sim?”/assumed that Twst is cringe? Can you talk to fans of traditional Disney about Twst? Twst may be somewhat niche in your immediate area. Chances are, you have to retreat to online avenues to find like-minded fans. In this way, Twst fans may feel isolated or not understood.

He does not like to talk about school because he doesn't have many people who understand him, perhaps due to his eccentricities. Again, this may not directly translate to all Twst fans, but rather it can be very relatable to those who lack social connections and seek to fulfill that through fandom or escaping into a fantasy world.

Skully is an otaku for Halloween. And what are we, as Twst fans, if not also otaku?

He looks mysterious but has excitable reactions. The behavior reminds me of someone who can be very sociable online or in special circumstances but might come off completely differently in real life or initially due to how their face looks and how they dress.

The strongest parallel, however, is the fact that he, like Yuu (again, the player self-insert character) ALSO gets isekai'd... into the world of The Nightmare Before Christmas. And what happens in this world that Skully gets isekai'd to? He... 1) meets lots of new people--people that don't know him in the "real" world, so he is free to act however he wants around them, maybe even befriend them, 2) gets to meet his Halloween idol, Jack-sama, 3) gets to be praised by his idol, and 4) (presumably) helps out his idol with putting together this year's Halloween. THESE LINE UP ALMOST EXACTLY WITH WHAT YUU DOES WHEN THEY'RE ISEKAI'D INTO TWISTED WONDERLAND... Yuu, who represents you, THE TWST FAN. You, as a Twst fan, 1) meet and potentially befriend these new characters (and maybe even explicitly made an OC to act however you like in your place as the one meeting these characters), 2) hone in on your favorite(s), 3/4) hyperfixate on the intimate voice lines and the moments you have with your favorite(s). It's total wish fulfillment for both Skully and the average Twst fan. In other words, Skully will get lost in living the fantasy that is literally being transported into the world of his Favorite Thing Ever, just like we, the Twst fans, escape to Twisted Wonderland. In the book/Twst, you can be yourself or whoever you want to be. But what happens when that peace and comfort is about to be taken away? Perhaps that's when Skully will snap 🤔 refusing to return to his old life, where he was awkward and misunderstood... wanting to stay in this endless Halloween night forever and ever. Maybe he even tries to prevent the NRC students from leaving too, since he has now formed a friendship (?) with them? Like, he's trying to keep them trapped in this fantasy of his (very Malleus-core of him, honestly). Then it would be up to us to try and knock some sense into Skully, reminding him that there are things in the "real" world to look forward to as well.

Looking back at previous Halloweens, the conflicts presented usually tie back to something relating to the Disney counterpart's own identities. For example, Frollo (in the stage version) lost his younger brother to sin and pinned the blame on an entire group of people. Rollo lost his younger brother to sin and now seeks to eliminate that sin (magic) from the world. Honest John and Gideon worked for a shady guy and lured away children, even though they themselves were terrified of what would become of those kids. Fellow and Gidel are similarly forced to do this dirty work because they are so impoverished they need the job, even if their boss disrespects them. I think my theory about what Skully's whole conflict will be could work from this angle too. The character he is twisted from, Jack Skellington, is known to be somewhat naive and an idealist. Jack pursues Christmas with all of his undead heart, sure that it will return the "spark" that Halloween has since lost. This could be reflected in Skully, our twisted!Jack, in his desire to pursue Halloween--or, more specifically, this novel world where his passion is reinforced and he has a place in it. He would be naive to the world he snubbed in favor of this new one, deeming this new world superior (like how Jack thought the "new" Christmas would enhance the "old" Halloween).

as3gro8yvq ;ngqemf; KJLBFIsIFSLFS ANYWAY, that's my game theory 🙂 Not sure if it'll actually be this, but figured I'd throw my guess out there since my previous "lmao Skully will kidnap Crowley" crack theory ended up being shot down...

[queenofwands89]

Playing a Game

Summary: After being interrupted by their children during their only opportunity for intimacy after weeks without it, Negan and Y/n finally find some downtime.

Characters: Negan x reader (OC, Third Person)

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Reader slightly taking charge, Creampie, Almost getting caught doing the dirty, Kitchen Sex, Oral, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Swearing.

Word count: 3,104

Notes: A request from a fellow reader—my first one! I apologize for any typos; I didn't have much time to edit. After this, I doubt I'll accept any more requests because I'm working on an AU about Negan being a professional baseball player, which I'm very excited about. Enjoy byeeeee

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room, Y/n rolled over to face her husband, Negan. His handsome face was relaxed in sleep, his lips curled into a contented smile. She couldn't help but feel a rush of love for him, even after all these years of marriage.

Y/n reached out a hand and gently brushed her fingers through Negan's salt-and-pepper hair, relishing in the sensation. "Good morning, my love," she whispered, her voice filled with affection.

Negan stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet Y/n's gaze. A mischievous smile formed on his lips as he pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Morning, beautiful," he replied, his voice husky with sleep. "Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to wake up next to you every day?"

Y/n laughed softly, the sound like music to Negan's ears. "You might have mentioned it a few times," she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

They lay in bed, exchanging tender words and stolen kisses, their conversation flowing seamlessly between jokes and heartfelt declarations of love. Y/n admired the way Negan looked at her, as if she was the most precious person in the world. And she felt the same way about him. Little by little, their gentle embrace turned into something more passionate. Y/n couldn't resist the magnetic pull she felt towards Negan, and she knew he felt the same way. Their love for each other was electric, each touch and caress igniting a fire that burned deep within them.

With a playful glint in her eyes, Y/n leaned in and whispered seductively in Negan's ear, "I think it's time we make the most of this morning, don't you?"

Negan's eyes darkened with desire as he captured Y/n's lips in a lingering kiss. Their bodies intertwined as their love for each other consumed them, their connection growing stronger with every pleasurable moment they shared. Letting his head rest back against the headboard, exposing his neck, Y/n nearly growled, her hand finding his throat.

"Fuck, baby," he choked out, his eyes growing wide.

Y/N leaned down and nipped at his ear, her hand slipping down his chest. He whimpered, much to her delight, and she gave in, kissing him hard and deep. Kissing her back just as eagerly, his hands tangled into her hair to hold her close, his hips lifting involuntarily to grind against her core. A loud noise from her throat, she began to slowly rock her waist back and forth against him, enjoying the way he hardened beneath her.

"Baby, fuck, that's my girl," Negan cooed, knowing the buttons to press, how to rev the engine just right.

Groaning loudly, she grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them above his head, smiling at the lack of restraint.

He was so easy.

"Whatcha doin', angel?" Negan purred, his mouth making its way down her neck.

"Showing you who's boss." Y/n smirked, biting her lips.

"Then show me."

Nipping at his bottom lip, she began to bounce up and down in his lap, holding his arms in place, refusing to let him touch her. It wasn't long before he was whining and wiggling around in protest.

Easy.

"Baby," he begged, beginning to lightly push back against her hands. "Baby, please..."

"Please what?" She asked breathlessly, lowering her waist and rocking it in a wide circle into him. He cussed sharply, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Please," a small exhale, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. "Please let me touch you."

Releasing his wrists, she squealed loudly in surprise as he flipped her over onto her back almost instantly, his fingers slipping along her thighs to reach under and tug her underwear down. All in one swift motion. "That was impressive." He giggled, placing her panties between his teeth for a moment and drawing breath from her lungs as his hand found where she needed him the most. Negan's fingers worked their magic, circling and teasing her clit until she was writhing with pleasure. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, curling them upwards to hit that spot that made her moan louder. Y/N’s legs trembled as Negan brought her closer and closer to the edge. She felt herself on the brink of an orgasm, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Just as she was about to tip over the edge, Negan pulled away, leaving her panting and desperate for more. "Not yet, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to make this last."

Y/N whimpered, her body begging for release. Negan chuckled and took off the rest of his clothes. He ran his fingers down her body and teased her nipples through her shirt. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto the bed. Y/N removed her shirt and slid her panties down, her wet pussy grinding against his hard cock. Negan let out a low growl as he felt her warmth. He grabbed her ass, guiding her onto his dick. Y/N let out a loud moan as she felt him enter her. She started to ride him, her tits bouncing in front of his face. Negan couldn't help but reach up and grab them, squeezing them roughly. Y/N let out another moan, throwing her head back in pleasure. Negan groaned as he felt Y/n's pussy clenching around his dick, her orgasm building. Just as y/n was about to cum, there was a loud knock on the door. "Mom! Dad! Are you up yet? We're hungry!"

Y/n and Negan froze, wide-eyed. Negan pulled out of Y/n, his dick still hard. They swiftly put on clothes after he helped her sit up. Just as they were finished putting their clothes on, their child burst into the room.

“Mommy are you okay? I heard you crying. Are you hurt, mommy?” Their daughter inquired, her expression filled with concern, as she appeared in the doorway.

“Ummm we were... We’re just playing a game, sweetheart,” Y/N reassured her daughter with a smile, relieved to have composed themselves after the close call.

“What kind of game?” their daughter asked curiously, jumping on the bed into her mom’s arms, ready for an explanation.

“It’s a new game called ‘Don’t Get Caught,” Negan winked at their daughter and planted a kiss on her head, acting as though nothing had happened. Y/n shook her head at her husband, always amazed at his ability to return to normalcy after doing something unholy.

Their daughter’s eyes widened. “Can I play too?” she asked excitedly.

Y/N and Negan shared a brief, tender glance, their expressions tinged with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. Y/N couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle in the awkward moment.

"Perhaps another time, darling," Y/N whispered as she gently pressed a loving kiss on their daughter's forehead, a smile playing on her lips. Their daughter nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Y/N and Negan locked eyes and burst into laughter, relieved that their close call had gone unnoticed. Y/n flopped back on the bed, emitting an embarrassed groan. "I can't believe that just happened! Oh my god, Negan, imagine if she had caught us! It would have been a nightmare!"

Negan let out a snort, shaking his head. "Well, thank fuck, she didn't catch us in the act. It would've scarred them for life." He flashed a mischievous grin, planted a kiss on y/n's head, and retreated to the bathroom to prepare for the day.

Y/N released a frustrated huff, shaking her head in disbelief. She adored her children and would do anything for them, but it had been weeks since she and Negan had been intimate. The morning's activities had been the closest she had come to an orgasm in weeks. Y/N gathered her thoughts and ventured downstairs to tend to their kids.

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After finishing his part in making the pancakes, Negan put his arms around his wife's waist and kissed her cheek, nuzzling his nose against it. Y/n leaned back into his embrace, a contented smile dancing on her lips. It was these simple, tender moments shared between them that made the chaos and joy of family life all the more beautiful.

"Damn baby," Negan slurred with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You sure know how to make my mouth water."

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at her husband's playful banter. "Behave yourself, Negan. Or I might have to resort to an entirely different kind of bacon."

Negan winked, leaning in close to his wife with a devilish grin. "Oh, baby, you know how to get me all fired up!"

Y/n playfully swatted his arm before turning her attention back to her cooking. Negan chuckled, and turned his focus to his children. Sitting at the table with a playful smirk, his eyes glistening with amusement as he watched his three children chatter away.

"Joshua, I bet you can't eat all your bacon without using your hands!" Negan challenged his eldest son.

Joshua's eyes widened with excitement as he took up his father's challenge, using only his mouth to devour the crispy bacon. Liam and Daisy joined in with giggles and cheers, ecstatic to participate in their family's playful competition.

"Hey, Daisy, watch this - " Negan proclaimed, stuffing a piece of bacon in his mouth and imitating a cartoon character with exaggerated chewing motions.

Daisy broke into a fit of the giggles, clapping her hands with glee. "Daddy, that's so funny! Can we play again?"

Negan grinned, loving the interaction with his kids. "You got it, sweetheart. How about the first one to finish their bacon gets to choose the next breakfast menu?"

Daisy's face lit up with excitement, determined to win the challenge. Liam and Joshua joined in with gusto, racing to finish their bacon before their dad.

Finally getting the kids to calm down and eat after the challenge. Twenty minutes have passed. Y/n started tidying up as soon as the last breakfast plates were removed, realizing that they wouldn't have much time before school started. She glanced at the running clock before turning to face her children. "Alright, my little superheroes, time to put your breakfast superpowers on pause for a moment," Y/n announced, her voice carrying a playful yet firm tone. "We need to finish up soon if we're going to get ready for school."

Negan chimed in, his trademark smirk evident. "Yeah, c'mon, kiddos! The world needs your brains and brawn, but it also needs you to rock those school uniforms!"

Daisy, having finished her food, hopped off her chair with a mischievous grin. "I'll beat you all to the bathroom! Last one in has to put on the itchy sweater!"

Joshua chuckled and stood up, ready to accept the challenge. "Oh, you're on, Daisy! It's go time!"

As the children scampered off, engaged in their playful sibling rivalry, Y/n watched with a mix of amusement and gentle concern. Catching Negan's eye, she leaned in closer and spoke in a softer tone. "They may be having fun now, but we need to keep them on track," Y/n whispered, her eyes reflecting a hint of seriousness. "They need structure and routine to thrive."

Negan nodded, his playful demeanor melting into understanding. "You're right, baby. We'll make sure they get ready in time. But a little nurturing competition never hurt anyone, right?"

Y/n smiled, appreciating Negan's ability to match her playful spirit while understanding the importance of balance. "Absolutely. As long as we guide them and teach them responsibility along the way."

With their shared understanding, Y/n and Negan joined in the morning hustle, guiding their children through the morning routine while ensuring they left the house on time.

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After a long day, y/n was finally able to take some time for herself. Negan was upstairs, putting their kids to sleep. And she resolved to do something she had been craving all day: wash the dishes. Y/n put on her favorite latex gloves and began scrubbing the dishes. She couldn't help but feel satisfied as she watched the dirty dishes be cleaned. Negan came down the stairs and found Y/N in the kitchen washing dishes. Her body glistened under the soft light of the kitchen, and her curves were accentuated by the tight-fitting dress she wore. Negan leaned against the doorway, watching her as she moved around the kitchen, her ass swaying from side to side. He felt his dick stirring in his pants, and he knew he wanted to fuck her right then and there.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" Negan asked, his voice low and husky.

Y/N turned around, surprised to see Negan standing there. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I'm just finishing up the dishes," she said, her voice soft and seductive. "Want to help?"

Negan raised an eyebrow at her.

"Help?" he repeated, a smirk playing on his lips. "I think I can think of something else we can do."

Y/N giggled, her cheeks flushing with excitement.

"Oh, really?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. "What did you have in mind?"

Negan pushed himself away from the doorway and walked towards her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him.

"I was thinking we could finish our session," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/N shivered with anticipation, her pussy already starting to get wet. She had been thinking about this all day, and she was ready to finally finish what they had started. Negan leaned down and kissed her, his lips soft and gentle against hers. Y/N opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. She could feel his dick pressing against her, and she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

Negan broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Take off your dress," he commanded, his voice husky and commanding.

Y/N obeyed, slowly pulling her dress over her head. She stood there in front of him, her body bare and vulnerable. Negan's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her. He reached out and cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. Y/N gasped, her pussy getting even wetter. With a hunger that burned in his gaze, Negan absorbed every detail of Y/n's presence. “You're so fucking beautiful, darling.”

Negan leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hard. Y/N moaned, her hands reaching out to grab onto his shoulders. Negan's other hand reached down and cupped her pussy, his fingers sliding inside of her. Y/N moaned louder, her body shaking with pleasure. Negan pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, sucking on them. "You taste so fucking good, Y/N," he said, his voice low and husky.

Y/N blushed, her body trembling with desire. She wanted him so bad, and she knew he wanted her too. Negan picked her up and carried her to the kitchen table, laying her down on it. He pulled her legs apart and knelt down between them. He leaned down and started licking her pussy, his tongue flicking over her clit. Y/n moaned, her hands reaching down to grab onto his hair. Negan started fingering her as he licked her pussy, his fingers sliding in and out of her. Y/N moaned louder and louder, her body shaking with pleasure. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm, and she knew she was going to cum hard.

Negan sensed it too, and he started licking and fingering her even faster. Y/N screamed, her body shaking with pleasure as she came hard. Negan kept licking and fingering her, making her cum again and again.

Finally, Y/N couldn't take it anymore, and she pushed Negan away. Negan stood up, his dick hard and ready. Y/N sat up and reached out, grabbing onto his dick. She started stroking it, her hand moving up and down his shaft. Negan moaned, his head thrown back in pleasure.

Y/N leaned down and took his dick in her mouth, sucking on it hard. Negan moaned louder, his hands reaching down to grab onto her head. Y/N sucked on his dick, her tongue swirling around the tip. Negan could feel himself getting close to orgasm, and he knew he was going to cum soon.

Y/N pulled his dick out of her mouth and stood up. She turned around and bent over the kitchen table, her ass in the air. Negan stepped forward, his dick pressing against her pussy. He grabbed onto her hips and started thrusting into her, hard and fast.

Y/N moaned, her hands reaching out to grab onto the table. Negan kept thrusting into her, his balls slapping against her ass. Y/N could feel herself getting close to orgasm again, and she knew this was going to be a good one.

Negan could feel it too, and he started thrusting into her even harder Y/N moaned as he filled her up, his dick hitting all the right spots. She loved the feeling of him inside her, taking control. She reached down and started playing with her clit, feeling herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Negan's thrusts became more erratic as he felt himself getting close. He reached around and grabbed y/n’s tits, squeezing them hard as he fucked her from behind. Y/n’s orgasm hit her hard, causing her to scream out in pleasure. Negan followed soon after, filling her up with his cum.

"Jesus…" Negan gasped, his voice heavy with emotion as he chuckled softly, pressing gentle kisses down Y/n's neck. He nuzzled his nose against her skin, savoring the warmth and intoxicating scent that enveloped him. "You're everything to me. You're my fucking world, baby," he whispered, his words laced with a raw honesty and profound love that filled the space between them.

In that intimate moment, with their bodies and hearts aligned in a dance of passion and tenderness, Negan's declaration reverberated with a depth of feeling that transcended mere words. Y/n felt his love wash over her like a tidal wave, engulfing her in a sea of warmth and adoration that left her breathless.

Tag: @scorpioempress

[spiritualitygeek]

Your Heart's True Calling

Disclaimer: This pac is for entertainment purpose only. I am not liable for any actions or decisions taken or made based on the information presented in the reading. The interpretations and insights are subjective and open to individual perception. Please use your own judgment and intuition when applying the messages to your life or situation. Thank you!

~ Pile 1 ~

AoC rx, Knight oW, 5oP rx

As I was shuffling, the message "Hakuna Matata" came up. It's telling you to embrace a carefree and blissful existence. This message actually makes sense if we look at the cards too.

The Ace of Cups here in reverse is hinting at emotional challenges you might have faced in embracing or even finding your heart's true calling. It could be in one way or another, and it varies for each individual. The way I'm seeing it, it seems like you know what you want and how you gonna have it, but your cup is empty. You don't have the right resources? Trust me bestie, once you ask, it'll be given. Please ask God! Or the universe. Whatever your beliefs are, ofcourse. It's not the time for you to be held back by these limitations. It's time to let go of those feelings that no longer serve you.

The Knight of Wands plays a significant role here as it's helping you find that energetic spark. It's encouraging you to embark on new adventures with enthusiasm. Knight of Wands is definitely the energy of "Hakuna Matata" here. Blissfully walking your own path. Following your passion, your bliss. Being care free and happy. I'm strongly feeling it's the key! Your heart's true calling! "Follow your bliss." Whatever it may mean to you. Take what resonates, ofcourse.

Lastly, with the Five of Pentacles reversed, financial worries are beginning to ease, allowing you to see the abundance around you. If lack of financial resources have held you back from following your bliss, it will no longer be the case. Here I'm seeing two possibilities so please take what resonates. You'll either find alternate ways to follow your passion and do what makes you happy, a way that doesn't involve spending 💰 at all. Some of ya'll are possibly manifesting this, be it consciously or subconsciously. For others, I see money pouring in. Which again, y'all are manifesting of course.

Combining these cards with the message of "Hakuna Matata," it's clear that your heart yearns for a life filled with joy, spontaneity, and a lighter outlook.

Hence, your heart's true calling is to embrace the present moment, release burdens, and trust that life will provide. Remember, the path of Hakuna Matata invites you to dance through life's challenges, just like the Knight of Wands charges forward fearlessly. Embrace your passions and interests, and don't let worries hold you back.

Overall, the way I'm seeing it, once you start following your bliss, things will start to fall into place. Specially your finances if that's what you're struggling with. Your heart's true calling revolves around the carefree spirit of "Hakuna Matata." Embrace joy, follow your passions, and live life to the fullest, knowing that the universe and your intuition are guiding you toward a more blissful and fulfilling journey.

Signs: Pisces, Sagittarius or Taurus (Sun, Moon, Rising)

~ Pile 2 ~

8oS, 2oC, King oC

While connecting with the cards, I got a vision of a warrior on a horseback, embodying the spirit of strength and courage. This image seems to suggest that your heart's true calling might involve embracing a "Warrior Spirit."

The 8 of Swords hints at past challenges that may have left you feeling restricted. The 2 of Cups signifies a potential for deep connections and partnerships, while the King of Cups reflects emotional mastery and compassion.

From these cards and my vision, I'm seeing that your heart's true calling is closely tied to connections and partnerships. It seems that you've faced hardships in the past, which may have led to trust issues and a reluctance to ask for or accept help. Yet, like a warrior who doesn't let the number of battles they've found define them as a person, you've preserved a soft heart capable of trust and love. Although, you may be unbeknownst to it.

Your true calling is indeed about rediscovering the very ability to love and trust which you think you've lost. The 2 of Cups and the King of Cup are saying that you're still a person with a big heart, despite the challenges you've faced.

You're stronger than you think, Pile 2. Regardless of what you've been told. Every battle you've fought, have transformed you into a beautiful person. You have a heart unlike any other. Your energy is so pure for a warrior. Like the knight of flowers? There's something about your energy. It's like, you protect people because you don't want them to fight the same battles as you. You want to protect them from the harsh world. You don't want them to lose their purity as you have? Although, you may think you've lost your purity but the truth is you haven't. It's rare to see someone like you. Who's been through so much yet chose not to be bitter.

Moreover, there's something significant you're meant to create with a partner, whether that's a close friend or a lover. This creation could be a legacy, a business, a work of art, or anything that resonates with you. This partnership may or may not be strictly professional, mind you.

Remember, Pile 2, you're meant to be with people. Your heart's true calling involves collaboration and partnership. Isolation doesn't serve you well. You have the capacity to make something beautiful together. So, reach out, open up, and embrace the connections that will lead you towards a more fulfilling and purposeful path.

Signs: Aquarius, Gemini, Libra, Pisces, Cancer, Scorpio (Sun, Moon, Rising)

~ Pile 3 ~

AoP, PoC, 7oW

As I closed my eyes while connecting with the cards, I saw an eagle in my vision. It is likely that eagle holds a significant symbolism for some of you. For others, it represents a higher perspective, courage, and a strong connection to the spiritual realm.

The Ace of Pentacles signifies new beginnings, particularly in the material realm. The Page of Cups brings forth emotions and creative potential, while the 7 of Wands represents a determination to stand your ground in the face of challenges.

Combining these cards with the eagle symbolism, it's apparent that you're called to soar to new heights and embrace opportunities for growth.

The Ace of Pentacles here indicates a fresh start in a practical aspect of your life, possibly in areas related to career, finances, or material stability.

The Page of Cups and the eagle's symbolism point toward your intuitive and creative abilities. It implies that your calling is closely connected to expressing your emotions and creativity in a unique way that resonates with your soul. I'm getting artists in this pile. You're meant to create, to express, Pile 3.

Just as the eagle has a keen perspective from high above, you're being guided to see things from a higher vantage point, tapping into your intuition to navigate your path.

The 7 of Wands adds an element of resilience and courage to the mix. It suggests that while pursuing your true calling, you might encounter obstacles and competition. Yet, like the eagle who faces challenges head-on, you're encouraged to stand tall and assert yourself. Trust your instincts, and don't be afraid to defend your passions and creative endeavors.

To sum up, Pile 3, your heart's true calling is about embracing new beginnings, creative expression, and a higher perspective, just like the eagle that graced my vision.

Navigate challenges with courage, tapping into your intuition and creativity. By doing so, you'll find yourself soaring to new heights, fulfilling your potential, and aligning with your true purpose.

Additionally:

Even if you're not an artist, but you chose pile 3, your true calling may be about tapping into your creative and intuitive side in a unique way. While the artistic aspect is one way to interpret the Page of Cups and its creative potential, it's important to remember that creativity comes in various forms.

The Ace of Pentacles suggests new opportunities and beginnings in the material realm. Your true calling might revolve around building a strong foundation in areas such as finance, career, or even personal development. It's about embracing new ventures that resonate with your passions and practical pursuits. The Page of Cups encourages you to explore your emotional and intuitive side, regardless of your profession.

Your true calling might involve connecting with others on a deep level, offering empathy and compassion, or finding innovative solutions to challenges. As you're spiritually blessed, whether you know it or not. This doesn't have to be limited to artistry—it could be applied to any field where human connections matter. The 7 of Wands implies that challenges and competition might be part of your path.

Even if you're not an artist, you could be called to stand your ground in your chosen field, asserting yourself and your ideas. This could be about leadership, advocacy, or being a voice for positive change.

The eagle's symbolism is still relevant. Just as the eagle represents a higher perspective and courage, your true calling might involve stepping back to gain insights and viewing situations from a broader angle. This can be applied in any domain, helping you make informed decisions and navigate challenges.

Overall, Pile 3, your Heart's True Calling, even for non-artists, is about embracing new opportunities, connecting deeply with others, and approaching challenges with resilience and courage. Remember, creativity and passion can be expressed in countless ways, and your unique path might involve harnessing these qualities in a field that resonates with you.

Signs: Capricorn, Virgo, Taurus, Cancer, Pisces, Scorpio, Leo, Sagittarius, Aries (Sun, Moon, Rising)

Thank you all for taking the time to read my pac. I hope the insights resonated with you and provided some guidance. If you found this helpful, I'd be grateful if you consider following me for more spiritual content and future tarot readings. Wishing you all love, light, and positivity on your journey! ✨

- with love, Snow ❄️

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[allsouls-emma]

Léon Marchand x female reader and the use of oc.

A Léon Marchand fanfiction.

Warnings: swearing, DNI if under 18, 18+, PnV, Voyager!!, no mention of protection, lack of research of swimming, hints of dubscon. Defo not proof read enough.

It was a warm July Wednesday in Paris, and the city was buzzing with excitement as the Olympics were in full swing. Noelle, a brown-haired blue-eyed journalist known for her blunt and outgoing personality, had flown in specifically for the event. Her mission: to report on the swimming competition and interview the athletes for an Irish magazine .

As she took her seat in the Aquatic Center, her eyes immediately locked onto the French swimmer Léon, a three-time gold medalist. His blonde curly hair shimmered with droplets of water, and his chiseled body moved with grace and power as he glided through the pool. Noelle’s heart skipped a beat; she knew she had to meet this man.

After a dazzling performance, Léon emerged from the water, his muscular physique on full display. He waved to the cheering crowd, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. Noelle felt a tingle between her legs as she imagined those eyes looking at her with desire. She forced herself to focus on the race, knowing she would soon get her chance to meet Léon face-to-face.

Finally, the race concluded, and Léon emerged victorious once more. As he stood on the podium, his medals glinting in the spotlight, Noelle felt her pulse quicken. She made her way to the mixed zone, where athletes and journalists interacted post-event. Her heart raced as she anticipated the moment she would come face-to-face with Léon.

And then he was there, standing before her, his skin still glistening with beads of sweat and his breath slightly ragged from the exertion of the race. Léon was even more breathtaking up close, his body a masterpiece of athletic perfection. Noelle introduced herself, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

"Léon, it's an honor to meet you, I'm Noelle . Congratulations on your win today. I'd love to ask you a few questions if you have a moment."

Léon's bashful smile took her breath away. "Bonjour, Noelle. The pleasure is mine. I would be delighted to answer your questions." His French accent sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a twitch between her legs.

As they began the interview, Noelle struggled to maintain her professional demeanor. Léon's charm and good looks were distracting, and she found herself imagining what it would be like to run her hands over his sculpted body. She cleared her throat, forcing her mind back to the task at hand.

"So, Léon, tell me, how does it feel to be here in Paris, competing in your home country?"

Léon's eyes lit up as he replied, "It's a dream come true, truly magical. The support from the French crowd is incredible, and it pushes me to swim even faster."

Noelle bit her lip, her mind wandering to the night ahead and the possibility of a different kind of race—one that involved exploring each other's bodies. She shook her head slightly, determined to stay focused.

"I can only imagine," she said, her tone suggestive. "The pressure must be intense. How do you unwind after a stressful race?"

Léon's eyes darkened, and a hint of a smile played on his lips. "I like to take long, hot baths and just relax. Sometimes, I go for a run along the Seine to clear my head."

Noelle pictured Léon's strong legs pumping as he ran, his swimmer's body sleek and powerful. She fought the urge to reach out and touch his arm, her nipples hardening at the thought.

The mixed zone was beginning to clear out as the last of the journalists finished their interviews. Noelle knew this could be her only chance to make a more personal connection with Léon.

"Perhaps you'd like to show me your favorite running route?" she suggested, her voice low and inviting. "I could do with some fresh air, and it would be a pleasure to see the city through the eyes of a local."

Léon's bashful smile returned, and Noelle felt a surge of triumph. "I would love to. It's a date, then. Shall we say tonight at 8? We can run along the river and perhaps grab a drink after if you'd like."

Noelle’s heart pounded as she realized she was about to embark on a private adventure with the man of her dreams. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she replied, her tone leaving no doubt as to her eagerness.

As they exchanged contact details, their fingers brushed, sending an electric current through Noelle’s body. Léon's eyes flicked to her lips, and she knew he was imagining kissing her as much as she was. The interview concluded, and they parted ways, both eager for the night ahead.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange,Noelle made her way to the meeting point. Léon was already there, a vision in casual attire, his blonde curls shining in the golden hour light.

"You look beautiful," he said, his voice husky as he took in her form-fitting yoga pants and tank top.

Noelle felt a rush of desire as his intense gaze swept over her. "You don't look so bad yourself," she replied, a playful smile on her face.

They set off, running side by side along the Seine. Noelle matched her pace to Léon's, their arms occasionally brushing as they ran. The city lights twinkled in the darkness, providing a romantic backdrop to their energetic endeavor. As they ran, Léon pointed out landmarks and shared stories of his childhood in Paris. Noelle listened, enchanted, enjoying the private tour and the intimate insight into Léon's life.

As they reached a particularly picturesque spot, Léon slowed to a stop, and Noelle followed suit. They were alone on the riverbank, the city's hustle and bustle feeling miles away. Léon turned to face her, his eyes burning with desire.

"Noelle, I've been wanting to do this all night," he said, stepping closer and cupping her face in his hands.

Noelle’s heart hammered in her chest as she leaned into his touch, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Léon tasted of mint and desire, and Noelle felt herself melting into him. Their tongues danced, and Noelle ‘s hands roamed over his strong shoulders and back, savoring the feel of his powerful body.

Breaking the kiss, Léon nibbled along Noelle’s jawline, planting kisses down her neck. Noelle tilted her head back, moaning softly as he found a particularly sensitive spot. Léon's hands moved to the curve of her hips, pulling her against him so she could feel his hardening dick against her belly.

"I want you, Noelle ," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Let's find a more comfortable place to continue this."

Noelle nodded, breathless, as Léon took her hand and led her through the darkness to a secluded spot he knew of—a quiet park bench hidden among the trees. He gently pushed her against the back of the bench, his lips crushing hers as he kicked off his shoes. Noelle felt his hands sliding under her top, caressing her soft skin, and moaned into his mouth as his thumbs grazed the underside of her full breasts.

With a swift motion, Léon lifted her top over her head, breaking away from the kiss to admire her naked breasts. He lowered his mouth to her nipples, taking one, then the other into his warm mouth, teasing them with his tongue until they peaked into hardness. She arched her back, encouraging him to take more, her hands threading through his curls.

As Léon continued his sensual assault on her breasts, his hand slipped between her thighs, finding the wet center of her desire. He rubbed her clit in slow circles, his fingers sliding easily through her slickness. Her gasps continue , her hips bucking as pleasure shot through her.

"You like that, chérie?" Léon murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

"Oui, Léon, don't stop," Noelle pleaded, her head falling back as she surrendered to the ecstasy washing over her.

Léon chuckled, the vibrations buzzing through Noelle sensitive nipple, which he was still sucking and nipping at. His fingers worked their magic, slipping inside her tight channel, thrusting slowly as he brought her closer to the edge. Noelle’s body trembled, and she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of bliss.

As her contractions slowed, Léon straightened, pressing his body against hers and capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss. Noelle could taste herself on his lips, and it sent another pulse of desire through her. She wanted him inside her, filling her completely.

"I need you, Léon," she whispered against his lips. "Please, fuck me."

Léon growled, the primal sound sending a shiver down Noelle’s spine. He lifted her, positioning her against the bench, her ass on the edge, her legs wrapped around his waist. With one smooth thrust, he slid inside her, filling her completely.

Noelle moaned, her head falling back as she enjoyed the sensation of being stretched and filled. Léon's hands gripped her hips, guiding her as he began to move, his strokes deep and purposeful. Their bodies moved in unison, the bench creaking in rhythm with their passion.

"You feel so good, Noelle ," Léon groaned, his eyes locked on hers, glittering with intense desire. "Your pussy was made for my cock."

Noelle’s walls clenched around him at his words, and she met his thrusts with her own, eager for more. "Fuck me harder, Léon," she demanded, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I want all of you."

Léon growled again, his pace quickening as he gave her what she craved. The bench rattled with the force of their passion, the slapping of their bodies filling the night air. Noelle cried out with each powerful thrust, her breasts bouncing, her head thrown back in abandon.

Léon's fingers dug into her hips as he pistoned into her, his balls slapping against her ass with each fierce thrust. Noelle felt her core tightening again, her second orgasm building as Léon's cock hit all the right spots.

"I'm close, Léon, so close," she panted, her legs tightening around him.

Léon grunted, his eyes rolling back as he teetered on the edge. With a few more powerful strokes, he sent Noelle over the brink. Her walls clamped down on him as she cried out, her body shaking with the force of her release. Léon followed, his breath catching as he spilled himself deep inside her, their juices mingling in a heated rush.

Spent, they rested, their chests heaving as they caught their breath. Léon gently extracted himself from her, his arms supporting her as they straightened. Noelle felt his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy, a testament to their passionate encounter.

Léon pulled her into his arms, and she snuggled against him, her head on his chest. They remained like that for several moments, enjoying the afterglow of their intense coupling.

"I should probably get going," Noelle said reluctantly, knowing the night had to end eventually. "I have an early start tomorrow."

Léon nodded, his hands gently caressing her back. "I understand. But perhaps we could arrange another... meeting? There's so much more of Paris I'd love to show you."

Noelle smiled, kissing him softly. "I'd like that, Léon. Paris is even more magical than I imagined, and I think a large part of that is you."

They parted ways, their clandestine tryst a secret they would both treasure. As she made her way back to her hotel, she knew this trip to Paris would be unforgettable, and it wasn't just because of the Olympics. Léon had shown her a whole new side to the City of Love.

End.

[neflil]

Chasing constellations

Outer wilds oc comic. Explaination and the rest of it below the cut vvvv

Heeeyaaa! Tumblr ruining the quality of this one but aye. Decided to try a longer format for these... And then realized that zooming in and focusing on y'know details is not my thing. I look at the bigger picture so hdhsgrjjss.

Anyways neph am I right. Made this bc I needed to get out some feelings. Usually when I feel like this I either write "poems", draw, or inflict what I'm feeling onto a character. Neph got it this time. Sorry </3

Something something metaphors. Using a stupid physical injury... And connections with people... Or lack thereof... With the stars... Teehee idk this is just throwing my problems onto ocs

But yea neph.. the people decided that marl and mica would be the ones to find them so hey. Mica looks way older here bc I- I suck at sizes and uugghrr. But MARL!!! IVE OFFICIALLY JOINED THE MARL FANCLUB of like three people woo

Animatic progress is slow but... I'm so close to finishing it. Just bear with me

[chaifootsteps]

I'm sorry if I sound like the classic "ugh, why can't they be just Friends????!1" but after some episodes I just can't keep wondering....

Are friends even a thing in the hellaverse?!

I really, REALLY can't think of any interaction between characters that isn't either oversexual or fells like a natural friendship...

I've seen people say the V's feel like a natural group of friends but....nope, both males of the trio have that oversexual tone and velvette is just there.

No one in IMP feels close to anyone that isn't family or romantic, Blitz is awful to mox, Loona is awful to mox, Millie and Loona are always hating each other and Vías "moment" of calm with Loona feels OC for her.

Same with the hazbin cast, despite there is a possible bound between niffty and Husk being under Alastors control they rarely interact, the supposed love Charlie express to the cast feels plastic since she never got close to anyone really and barely interacted (just that disgusting episode where she sees a friend in pain and wont help cause 'itz meeeeaaaan!!'), and they got rid of the cool friend that cherri was supposed to be in favor of....you guessed it !! Shipping!!! Yay!!!!.

The only "frienship" that could have been great where emily and Charlie, and Veggie with angel in the past when she was supposed to be a sinner...

but I don't feel like Charlies feelings about others are sincere anymore by how unnatural she acts, like she says she cares but doesn't really and Emily, despite being really innocent deserves better...

And veggie isn't a troubled sinner that died in the 90's anymore so that "enemies to friends" regarding a growth of a soft spot between her and angel, and the possibility of them bounding over their shared pain (veg was supposed to be a S*xworker in life) is gone like any hope I could had over this mess...

Sorry for the long rant but I haven't seen anyone pointing it out.

You're right, and I think it's one of those things that hints at something fairly sad about Viv as a person. She can't write sincere romantic relationships to save her life, but she's also just really, really bad at writing friends. Characters might work together towards a common goal, might even hang out together, but there's a lack of empathy, of connection, of real love. Pentious's "friends" let him be dragged off by a crowd of rapists, Husk says he accepts Angel's flaws and then expresses disgust with them two episodes later, and everyone in HB constantly abuses and belittles and threatens everyone else.

The most believable friendship we have is Pilot and Addict Angel and Cherri, and we saw what happened to that.

And yeah, there's no getting around it, I think that's all Viv and how she interacts with people. Viv's closest, most enduring friend is Sam, who she shit talks behind her back and who talks shit about her in turn. And that kind of says it all.

[snitchcrimsonwrites]

Maybe pt. 6

Pairing: Norm MacLean X Female Reader or OC if you squint

Former friends to a relationship?

Life is pretty easy in Vault 33 until you're trying to rekindle a former friendship and Raiders attack. Now, our main characters are trying to navigate newfound feelings, all while undercovering the mysteries of Vault 33. Stay tuned. Follows the main storyline of season 1; some events may be reordered for plot.

I've rewritten this section so many times, and I'm still not thrilled with it, but I'm happy enough with how it's progressed. You and Norm are dealing with the aftermath of the raid on Vault 33 and how the MacLeans want to proceed following the kidnapping of their Dad.

Part 1 Here. Part 7 Here Part 12 Here

Part 2 Here Part 8 Here

Part 3 Here Part 9 Here

Part 4 Here Part 10 Here

Part 5 Here Part 11 Here

Norm stayed held up in the makeshift bunker, as quiet as possible, until Lucy returned to set him free. They embraced, holding each other close; he’d never been happier to see his sister’s face, but Norm could tell something was amiss when she clung tighter to him as he moved to break away. 

“Dad?” he asked cautiously, unsure if he entirely wanted her to disclose that information. He expected the worst. 

“They took him,” she croaked in reply, blinking back some tears. This was...unexpected. She took her time to explain how the raiders used her and some other dwellers as leverage to get the Overseer to hand himself over as their hostage and disappear to the Surface. Her story raised many questions, but honestly Norm was too exhausted to engage in those thoughts. 

“Everything will be alright,” she promised as she helped him to his feet. Norm wanted to believe his sister with every fiber of his being. Lucy usually could make good on this type of promise, but how on Earth was she going to navigate this one? 

His family mostly accounted for, Norm turned his attention to locating you. He hadn’t seen you since he fled the Vault 32 corridor. A wave of shame hit him as he recalled that memory, wishing he could have done something, anything, in an attempt to protect you. Instead, he turned tail and ran. But your absence the rest of the evening could be good, right? You didn’t get mixed up in the chaos in the main chamber of Vault 33. For once, Norm allowed himself some wishful thinking.

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The last hour or so was mostly a blur of events you were trying to piece together as you sat in the atrium receiving stitches from the only vault doctor standing. 

“And one more stitch ought to do it,” the doctor said as she wrapped up closing your wounds on your arms. Thank god, you didn’t know how long you could continue to avoid paying attention to the needle pricks across your arms. You were barely holding it together as is. 

 “You were pretty lucky you managed to quickly treat and bandage these wounds. I think it will help the healing in the long run,” she said as she disinfected and re-dressed the bandages over your stitches. “That gash on your left is pretty deep, though, so you might experience some numbness and lack of mobility if there’s nerve damage. When we see you back down in the med bay to change those bandages, we’ll talk about running a few more tests and rehabbing if needed,” placing her hand on your back as she moved to the next patient. 

After your encounter with your raider attacker, you managed to stumble down the remainder of the corridor into one of the outer supply rooms, connecting Vault 32 and Vault 33. Thankfully, it was equipped with some basic medical supplies, allowing you to hastily tend to your wounds before fading out of consciousness. When you awoke and finally arrived in Vault 33’s atrium, you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but much of the commotion had died down. 

You scanned the faces of the remaining Vault 33 dwellers as they moved around the atrium: Betty, Woody, Reg, Davy, Steph, and Chet, all accounted for. You did not dare identify those slain across the floor, afraid you might see a particular brown-haired dweller among them.  

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Norm’s wish was granted when he spotted you in the crowd receiving medical attention from the Vault doctor. You were alive; however, his immediate relief turned sour when he saw your state. Blood spattered across your face and hair, and lines of stitches were woven up the sides of your arms being tended to. 

He could feel a plethora of different emotions bubbling up into his chest: guilt for abandoning you in a time of trouble, anger at himself and the individuals who caused you harm, and fear that you would never want to talk with him again. That last thought paralyzed him, stopping him in his tracks. What if you never wanted to see him again? He had just gotten his friend back, and was he destined to lose her? 

“Norman?” The sound of your voice clarified his brain, driving away all the negative thoughts and emotions. Instantly, he wanted nothing more than to be at your side. Moving one foot in front of the other, he hurried to close the distance. Once there, he wrapped his arms around you, and you fell emotionally into his arms. This time, he wasn’t letting go. 

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The following morning came way too quick, and the dwellers of Vault 33 rallied just as fast, much to your dismay. An assembly meeting was called, and dwellers were assigned their post-raid clean-up duties. The goal? Get everything back to normal as fast as possible. How were we supposed to go “back to normal” after last night? A fresh coat of paint and routines of normalcy wouldn't cut it. But people were more interested in getting back to their day-to-day rather than lingering on the death and destruction of their community. Part of you didn’t blame them, but pushing past without a second thought also felt wrong. 

You arrived later than most of the crowd, but there was still an abundance of open seating. You took the open seat next to the MacLeans, interested to hear what the assembly had to say, even though you already had a good idea. Life in the vault is nothing but predictability.

“Settle, settle.” You heard as Reg took control, attempting to silence the crowd for the meeting. 

Lucy immediately stood, determined to have to the floor. You knew what she wanted to say before she opened her mouth to speak, seeking any chance of putting her broken family back together.

 “I have a proposal for the assembly. We send a search party to the surface to find my dad.” Unsurprisingly, her proposal was met with the shocked gasps of the dwellers present; nonetheless, she continued as resilient as ever to win them over. “Even with our dwindled numbers, we can spare four people from farm duty for up to two weeks.”

“Sorry, Lucy, but you’re talking about opening the vault door?” Reg interjected, asking for clarification on what was so “obviously” a ridiculous request. 

“For just under a minute. It’s just enough time… “ Lucy attempted, trying to rationalize with the crowd she was losing. You admired her courage but doubted the council or anyone in the Vault could be swayed to do something so whole-heartedly against their nature. 

“Okay, I know we’re just brainstorming here, and there are no bad ideas in a brainstorm… but.” 

Ah, there it is. The acknowledgment that this was never up for serious consideration. 

“But, that’s something that we ever do or have ever done, never, never ever.” 

“I know, I know that,” Lucy conceded, her voice increasingly desperate.

Betty, clearly having had enough of this conversation, interjects. “I know we’re all hurting right now, but our first priority has to be to maintain the security of this Vault. That means not opening any of our doors.” 

“Well said, Betty.”  “Yes, thank you, Betty. Okay, let’s move on.” That’s it; in a swift dismissal motion, the council decided. 

Lucy shakes her head in disbelief, shocked by the group's unwillingness. Not sharing his sister’s optimism, Norm speaks up about the situation's reality. “ They don’t want to find Dad. If they did, they wouldn’t get to be in charge,” he utters solemnly. His tone tells you that he wishes that wasn’t the case. Reassuringly, you place your hand lightly on his knee, being there for him as best you can. He moves his hand to yours, the gesture not going unnoticed as he maintains eye contact with his sister. He hated to be the one to break it to her that the MacLeans would be alone in this endeavor. 

Crestfallen, Lucy moves to leave the meeting; however, you had a feeling this wasn’t the last you’d hear from her about rescuing Overseer MacLean. 

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Norm fiddled with the Nuka Cola machine, trying not to make it abundantly evident he was up to something. He was so bad at this. He barely acted typically under normal circumstances, let alone stressful situations. He just had to keep a low enough profile to ensure he, Lucy, and Chet could reach the main vault entrance unseen. Easier said than done when the elevator access was smack in the middle of the most central location in Vault 33. 

He leaned against the machine as he heard someone approach, trying to act as casually as possible. Just act like everyone else, he told himself.“ Hey, Davey,” he called out to the older man as he wheeled another raider corpse down to the composting room, “How’s your day going?” 

“It's as bad as everyone else’s,” he replied, taken aback but somewhat used to how Norm engaged in social interactions. Shaking his head, Davey hurried down the hallway, brushing off the encounter, eager to finish this dreadful task. 

Norm breathed a sigh of relief as Davey walked away, now to get on with Lucy’s plan, but his relief was short-lived when he heard another pair of footsteps rounding the corner. He reassumed his original position.

“What are you up to, Norman MacLean?” he heard your voice ring out from around the corner moments before you appeared, arms crossed in front of him. Your tone and body language told him you were already suspicious of his behavior if you hadn't already figured out what he was up to. But he opted to double down, hoping you’d drop it quickly and let them be on their way. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, (Y/N). Everything is perfectly normal,” he says, leaning back against the Nuka Cola machine. 

“A huh,” you replied unconvinced. “And, I’m sure this has nothing to do with your friends waiting by the elevator?” you inquire as you peek your head around Norm to wave to Lucy and Chet waiting by the elevator. You smirk as Chet returns your wave. “I can help,” you lean in and whisper. 

Damnmit. “I know that, but I’d rather not get you into trouble if I can avoid it. Please,” he’s begging now. 

“Fine,” you allow with a dismissive eye roll. “Your secrets are safe with me.” 

“I never had any doubt… though if you didn’t mind discouraging anyone from calling the elevator, it would be a tremendous help,” Norm offered as he walked over to join his sister and cousin in the elevator. 

“Aye, Aye,” you saluted, taking up your new post as you watched the doors close behind them. 

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Yandere Clone Commandos!!

General analysis and headcanons. Inspiration from: Republic Commandos, Star Wars film franchise and comics.

Is this requested? No, no it's not. :') I'm taking a short break from writing for yandere Sonic fics to write some self-indulgence, which is why the whole thing here is so long 😭

Also! I wanted an excuse to introduce my yandere Republic Commando squad, consisting of: Trickshot, Shaft, ZZ and Heyday. Headcanons, suggestions, ideas, (anything really) is welcome for these obsessive boys!

Thank you so much to @yanknowalready for the book suggestion, I started reading the first one and I absolutely love it! I'm so interested to see what happens to Etain and Darman next, (they have such good chemistry!!) and I can't wait to read more of the series as I go on. Never thought I'd get so invested but my lack of activity is a testament to how invested I am into this book 😂

Anyhoo, I suppose I should share my thoughts about the commandos being yandere, based on what I've read in the book, what I've watched and what I know so far about the commandos.

Romantic/platonic. More romantic leaning.

TW: Frank talk of death, killing and typical yandere shenanigans. Shenanigans include: stalking, possessiveness, obsessiveness, murder, forced affection (have to squint a lil) and delusions. This writing also has some suggestiveness at the bottom, for my yandere Republic Commando OC, you might have to squint at two of his quotes for that.

Analysis:

Republic Commandos from the book are treated like cattle for the most part. Well, cattle that act like dogs. Give them an order and they usually obey. Usually. They are also meant to be independent thinkers, working in squads of four. Republic Commandos are mainly used for infiltration, performing covert operations, as well as sabotage, demolition and assassination being the standard expectation.

They are kept in isolation, separate from their regular brothers and designated captains. This is so they can remain on task and focus on their rigorous training. As said before, they work in squads of four, so they do not get much time to socialize. While reading the first few interactions the commando characters had in the book with their Jedi superiors, I have noticed the amount of genuine intrigue and interest in picking apart who these lightsaber users of the Force are.

It's no surprise that a Republic Commando would feel a strong pull to learn more about who he works for. A life of loneliness, apart from your squad, tempts the human mind to want to seek more. He doesn't need to know why his Jedi General is, as they are mainly given missions to complete and an explanation is usually added to the equation, he wants to know whom. Identity. Republic Commandos do want to have some sort of connection with their Jedi, leaning more towards professionals. They are told stories of just how powerful Jedi are and look up to them.

In some cases, like the Republic Commando series, (I've delved into some spoilers because I really like Darman and Etain) this pressure can turn romantic.

The Republic Commandos trained so hard on Kamino just to get to this point, surviving multiple exercises off world—most commandos don't make it back—just so they can see a Jedi for one chance. Commandos are usually trained by hired mercenaries, just like their brothers but, often under more deadly circumstances. Commandos who don't have a firing and killshot above 95% are marked for dead by the Kaminoins, including their whole original squad batch, executed in favor of a better batch. The Republic Commandos don't all get the luck in the world, often dying before meeting the Jedi. Which is why I'd think they'd be real desperate sons of a gun. So, it's an honor to serve with one, to protect a Jedi.

Republic Commandos are well-disciplined to a fault. With their lives in constant threat, they want to make sure they survive long enough until they slow down and die on the battlefield, rather than die to their rapid aging, because they want to see as much as they can before it's their time to pass. Republic Commandos become observant, skilled, patient and most importantly, intelligent in their training and exercises. Combining all of these skills together with their strength, Commandos are a four team force to be reckoned with. Even when on their own, a Republic Commando is a dangerous foe to enemies.

Republic Commandos are rugged from their training, as said before, regularly facing death. Other clones look up to these individuals, just as they do their Jedi. The Republic Commandos are a symbol of pure, unadulterated power. No average clone nor Arc trooper picks a fight with a Commando because of this. In addition to being strict and tacticionary killing machines, Republic Commandos are known to have a bit of a temper when their patience is tested. Taunt them and you walk away with an ugly assortment of bruises, deece pointed at your head moments before, (threatening to fry your brain with a lazer) and perhaps a cut or two. You're lucky to walk away unscathed.

The reason why I believe that Commandos have a bit of a temper is because, when reading Hard Contact, in the first few pages of the book: one man questions why the commando waits so long, only to be threatened with concealed viroblade hidden within the commando's wrist guard, right under his chin and dangerously close to his throat and general lifeline. And even further down the line, one commando named Niner, is physically and mentally fighting with himself to not insult the Jedi padawan, Etain out loud. She tested his patience plenty of times and he has gotten mad at her, even though he never verbally expressed it as much.

Republic Commandos are also fiercely protective. If they can help it, they do not leave their brothers and general people in charge, behind. They are loyal and most thoughtful men, not cattle, men. Even if they don't believe they are men, they are constantly reminded by their gentle natured Jedi who now have to direct a war by using violence, the opposite of what an actual peace keeper would do. If push came to shove, just like any clone, a Republic Commando would gladly lay down his life as a final sacrifice. They care for their loved ones. And try as they might to not form personal connections, they still do and it heavily affects them.

So, bringing yandere into the forefront, I'd say that once a Republic Commando gets hooked on their Jedi/person, there's no going back. Their connection would be hard to break, even in death. Their obsession could even kill them and they wouldn't be too upset because, in the end, they were meant to be expendable, only living up to 20 years or so. With such little time that they have, if they can help it, Republic Commandos try to spend as much time as they can with their loved ones. I can see a common theme being that they work together to get to their connection.

Headcanons:

As said before in my "brief" analysis, regular clones don't pick fights with commandos. Which leads me to believe that if a squad of commandos or just a singular one was obsessed with you, you would have a powerful guarding force of smothering clones, scaring off most competition. Not all. The Republic Commandos face many a challenging foe, in the form of daunting tasks and assigned missions. Oftentimes, their enemy is much more powerful than they are. However, that won't stop them from trying to "protect" you. Regardless if it's just one commando obsessed, I like to imagine that the whole squad would work and support their brother.

A drawback, (to them and probably not to you, depending on your situation) is that they are in a constant threat of being killed on deployment, as well as training sessions on Kamino so often that they cannot spend as much time as they want with you. If given the chance, the Republic Commandos would stop at nothing just to be with you, securely watch over your hobbies and interests and memorize everything that you do. Unfortunately for these lovesick boys, they don't get in contact with their darling because the commandos are separated from the regs and the real world to fortify their integrity. So, the time they spend with you is precious.

Republic Commandos are meticulous with keeping their gear clean, compact, safe and functional. They pay very close attention and if there are any outliers, the commandos do what they can to perfect or improve the situation. I believe that the commandos would be obsessive, possessive, definitely stalkers and very desperate for attention and love once you give it to them. It's unwise to form a connection. They do NOT let go. Especially if you are Jedi. Maybe you met your forever squad as a padawan in training, leading the squad as commander. Or maybe a civvi who helped out one too many times to be forgotten. If you were a Jedi, the commandos would look up to you, supporting your decisions and challenging your wit all for the effort of making a smart plan.

They are loyal to the end, ready to lay down their lives. The Jedi are like a deity to these troubled men, cursed with accelerated growth, giving them so little time to live. However, not all seek that life of religion as a Jedi or are gifted with the ability. Let's say you're what they call a "civvi," a civilian for clarification. It's gonna be damn near impossible to see you again then. A commando, (or a group of commandos) would have to do a grand old break the rules policy just so they can get to you. The commandos would stand as close as they physically can, without directly violating your personal space but, still staying in close contact. They will likely ask to hold your hand, or to be kissed by you because, well, they don't know if they're going to die the next day. Just give it to them once, please? Very repetitive in asking you because they're that touch starved.

In addition to their want for physical touch, (or some commandos who don't like physical touch OR the ones who sorta listen to you when you say you don't want to hold their hand or any of that) when in close proximity to the commandos, rarely do their eyes ever leave you. You're just too important to them and so, you have to stay in their eyesight to ensure your safety. For the commandos that are denied physical affection and the privilege of watching you up close, they resort to watching from afar, hiding where you cannot see them, staring at you through their DC-17's scope. If you don't want to be watched all the time...why don't you try asking to wear their helmets? I believe the commandos would be absolutely ecstatic that you asked to wear their calling card. It would be very difficult to get them to shut up after that.

Due to the nature of the Clone Wars, even if the commandos wanted to, they cannot take you back to their barracks or anywhere locked up. The best that a commando or group of commandos can do is take a photo of you to display on their holocron each time before they go on a covert mission. They might be dead the next time they try to come home, leaving you to be stuck in an uncomfortable situation where another squad might try to take you in as their darling or the worse, being stuck in a building deep on an unknown planet, with no means of escape. For some commandos, you dying isolated rather than in their living arms is a better option of seeing you again in the after life.

Speaking of death, not all commandos die on deployment. Many are left behind. In that case, if the commando is desperate enough and willing, he will desert the Grand Army of the Republic, (commonly referred to as the GAR) and devise a plan to take you with him. If his brothers are alive, you bet that the commando would find a way to convince his brothers to join him, leave behind that awful life they had known before in favor of a bright new future with you in it. They wouldn't have to wear such heavy gear anymore, be in constant threat of a battlefield death, (though the rapid aging would steal their chance of a full life) and best of all, you are there to enjoy every single day. Maybe the commandos might go and search Kamino for a cure to try and reverse their rapid aging before they get to you? Sure sounds like an interesting fic!

OCS!

But wait, there's more! I wanted to share with you guys some of my yandere Republic Commando OCS that I came up with in the process of writing this self-indulgence blurb. Still figuring out who will be what but, I can give you their squad name and personal names. Only one guy has actual stuff written about him in the image below.

May I introduce you folks to the Champ Squad, led by RC-1237, known as Trickshot. He works with his brothers Shaft, ZZ and Heyday, being a very successful yet, controversial squad. Wherever they go, there are rarely any survivors. They might like killing a little too much. I still need to draw the other three, as well as give them their RC numbers.

Trickshot

Meet Trickshot, my lovelies! Everything on that paper is gonna be written down from top to bottom so you can make sense of my goofy writing. I said I was only going to write a little bit about a yandere oc. A little.... WELP

Trickshot, RC-1237— The “Boss” of Champ Squad.

• He has a grim sense of humor, being the squad's designated demolitions man. Trickshot's name is deceiving because many expect him to be the sniper, (which he is a very good shot at that) but he is a phenomenal explosion's master.

• Trickshot's serious, keen, cunning and silent for the most part. He has the highest kill count out of his squad, taking genuine pleasure in killing Separatist scum. He especially takes joy in killing anyone he deems getting too close/hurting/potentially hurting his cyar'ika (sweetheart).

• The “Boss” is brutal, straightforward and overall, a hard man to be around. The Champ Squad has its high success rate thanks to Trickshot's harsh methods.

(author's note: next bullet point might change but I wanna know y'all's opinion!!)

• Trickshot's DNA was mixed with another diner, (alongside his bros) giving him sharper features. Unfortunately, he's aggressive.

ARMOUR:

• Bears distinctive purple painted armor. Symbolizes the dark feelings and bad dreams he has, though others assume it must be ego talking.

• You compliment him on it? He wants you to add something to it. Can't paint or any of that? Here, let him take your hand and help you.

• Promise you'd hold his hand? Just once? He might die on his next mission, please. Trickshot loves you.

FUN FACTS:

• Trickshot “accidently” killed a Jedi padawan, (shame the kid got on his nerves). His brothers covered for him, saying the child died to battle droids. Yeah, they (meaning Shaft, ZZ and Heyday) were also fed up with the padawan.

• Claimed the lightsaber fell down the heavy waterfall rapids, (Trickshot lied) keeping the sacred weapon for personal use.

QUOTES:

• “ Look, cyar'ika, (or sweetheart) I ain't itchin' to make you blaze up just yet. ” (He laughs).

• “ Relaaax, I'm not gon' hurt ya. I'm gon' hurt 'em. ” (Guns and bombs ready).

• “ Just 'lax up, will ya? I don't bite! Unless you want or I really wanna. ” (You're sitting on his lap).

And that's everything! Lemme know whatcha guys think! Yes, Trickshot's quotes were suggestive but, I feel like that would blend in with his personality? Idk, maybe it's just my opinion.

Fanart, ideas, suggestions, (anything really lol!?) is appreciated for Trickshot and his brothers in the Champ Squad! Thanks for reading!

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NSFW Alphabet - Astarion & Zoraya

Thanks for the tag @davenswitcher! I'm super late and this tag probably isn't cool anymore, but it didn't feel right to do this before chapter 25 of MA was out. This is of course assuming Zoya and Astarion have fully worked through their issues -- or, alternatively, you can picture it at as how things were before The Big One.

(Magistrate's Catvocate art by the wonderful @vyjuarts ❤)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is sort of a new experience for them both. Astarion has never really seen a need for it with his conquests, while Zoraya was probably a little too standoffish to really indulge in it with her previous boyfriends. Needless to say, they have wholeheartedly embraced the concept since they got together. Cuddling, snuggling, sweet words and tender touches -- they love to prolong their intimacy for as long as possible.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Zoraya likes her legs and loves to accentuate them with a pair of high heels and well-fitting trousers (or a skimpy little dress if she wants to win a domestic dispute). Her favorite part of Astarion is probably his eyes. This is what reminds her most of the boy she first fell in love with all those years ago, so there's a deep emotional connection for her.

As for Astarion, he loves her hair. He adores the fact that he is one of the few people who gets to see her wear it down (or even be the one to undo her hair for her after a long day). It's a very intimate thing for him, and he also likes to play with her hair during sex or cuddling. When it comes to himself, he's very vain about his hands. He loves to talk about the sorts of things he can do with his fingers, of course, but he's also just really enamored with the look of them. Pale skin, long fingers, immaculate nails -- the picture of a man who's never really worked a day in his life.

C = Cum (Where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum?)

Astarion loves to come inside of her. He enjoys the intimacy of it. Zoya would be open to experimenting a bit more, but as with many things, Astarion is worried about treating her the way he used to treat his conquests, so he's not quite there yet.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory: a dirty secret of theirs)

Zoraya would really like to do a sexy role-play version of their "interview" in chapter 2, but she's scared that bringing it up will make him feel guilty for the type of person he used to be. I reckon a few years down the line it might be on the table :3

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Interestingly, they're both quite experienced with the physical aspects of sex -- Astarion more so than Zoraya, but she's had her share of partners over the years. It's the sex + feelings part that's a little new to them. This is of course featured in the infamous chapter 15 (:D), but I'm sure that also after that, there were a number of adorkable moments between them where they're grappling with this.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

I pride myself on my creativity and my ability to write different types of stories with different OCs, but here's my universal truth: Astarion loves missionary and his girlfriend loves being folded over a desk and fucked from behind.

Sue me; I think it's hot.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

They definitely have their silly moments! I think this is also where being friends first and lovers second comes in because they can seamlessly switch from one to the other.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

We all know about Astarion's lack of body hair, but I see Zoraya as someone who goes pretty natural. She keeps herself clean, but low effort otherwise.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Astarion is definitely the romantic between them. He loves to tell her how beautiful she is, how much she means to him, how happy he is to be with her. Usually, he'll get a little incoherent as he approaches his climax and it's not unusual for him to switch over into Elvish because the words come easier that way. Zoraya is more reserved and a little insecure about expressing her feelings for him, especially in the heat of the moment. But internally, she's just as involved.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

It's not off the table, but I imagine since they've moved in together, it has become a bit superfluous since they'll usually rather go at each other.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

They're two intellectuals, so obviously, they both have huge praise kinks.

Apart from that, Zoya is really into role-play because she loves the freedom to explore parts of herself she usually wouldn't let anyone see. Astarion is of course happy to facilitate pretty much any scenario she wants, but his major kink is simply being in a committed relationship with someone he actually cares for.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His courtroom.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

Zoraya gets turned on whenever she sees him go serious lawyer mode (hence, all the courtroom sex …). Astarion has a thing for her in a nightgown or one of his shirts from the previous night (cozy kink? Is that a thing?).

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing degrading or outright painful. Some light hair-pulling or bondage would be fine, but nothing beyond that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Zoraya used to be insecure about her ability to get him off, but it's quickly become one of her favorite ways to shut him up or throw him off his game :D To be fair though, I think Astarion's reaction to her has less to do with her being insanely skilled and more with his trust, his ability to let himself just feel when he's with her. And as much as he enjoys going down on her, in my head Astarion's favorite thing will always be just leaning back and letting her take care of him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually, they work their way up, but there are times when they go hard and fast from the get-go (e.g. when they sneak off at a banquet or something).

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Astarion has a thing for semi-public quickies. Specifically, he likes singling her out from a group of people they're talking to and then leading her away in a way that makes it incredibly obvious to everyone what is going to happen behind closed doors. It's his way of showing off and yeah, he is not at all subtle about it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

A big part of their relationship is how Astarion lures Zoraya away from her good girl / overachiever personality. Showing her that actually, nothing bad will happen if she strays away from the rules every now and then. This extends into their sex life as well, but for the most part, they like to play with being discovered (sorry, Gale!), not with each other's comfort or safety.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I will say this: The personal best he mentions in chapter 15 has been beaten in the meantime.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

They like handcuffs. I wrote a whole scene on it, but it never fit anywhere, so it'll probably stay in my docs *sigh*

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Astarion loves teasing, of course, but Zoraya is quickly catching up with him. She really enjoys being able to unravel him by shooting him a look across the room or touching his ear in public. The teasing never lasts long though because neither of them is particularly patient.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Zoya is way louder with Astarion than she was with any of her previous partners. The woman is the definition of repressed emotions and with him, they are all coming out to the surface. At first, it's mostly just noises, but as they get more comfortable with each other, she also begins to tell him what she likes, how well he's doing etc.

As for Astarion, I like to imagine he used to make lots of over-the-top porn sounds for his conquests, but with Zoraya, he's much more quiet. He loves to whisper praise and encouragement, but apart from that, it's mostly soft moans and little gasps that get faster right before he comes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

They have a stuffed bunny from Astarion's childhood in their bedroom (Sir Hopperson) and whenever things get steamy, Astarion gets up and makes sure the bunny faces away from them.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Zoraya has a scar on her thigh from where she was stabbed while defending him from the bandits in chapter 7. It's a spot Astarion always pays special attention to, kissing and caressing it every chance he gets.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I headcanon Astarion as someone with a fairly high sex drive, but with Zoraya, he's often equally happy just holding her or cuddling with her. Any sort of intimacy will do. Zoraya's sex drive depends a lot on how stressed she is at work, but overall, I'd say average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Zoraya tends to fall asleep fairly quickly. Astarion doesn't need as much rest, but loves being close to her anyway, so he often lies next to her, holding her or reading a book.

You guys have probably all done this tag already but for anyone who wanted to but forgot about it: Here's your tag ❤

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YU-GI-OH “Historical” Headcannon

Hello, it's been quite some time. But finally, I took time to finish this draft!

Small necessary disclaimers :

⚠️ Excuse my english, I'm not native.

⚠️ It's hard to find the balance between historical and fun to write. So somethings I might have said in my previous post won't technically matter here.

Fandom : Yu-Gi-Oh (manga + anime)

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General

Atem

His mother died during childbirth. That would explain the absence of brother and sister.

He had a nurse, potentially Maana's mother since it was said they knew each other since childhood.

Aside from that he had a pretty lonely childhood, he is the future pharaoh, a god among the humans. So every relationship starts with a massive imbalance.

He lacked connection with people basically. (Except Mahad and Maana)

Pharoh used to be disconnected from their people, they were symbols before humans

He had and still has an issue with eye contact. Either he doesn't look at people at all or just fixes someone intensely. No in-between.

Young Atem couldn’t stay put unless someone was brushing his hair.

Even older he has a very soft spot and liking when he gets pampered. He loves long baths or when someone does his make-up or again brushing his hair.

Atem has no issues with nudity, again the clothes were very reviling,

Atem might be anxious when completely alone. He’s so used to being with all his servants, advisers etc. ect that when the silence finally arrives and his alone in his bed he tends to feel weird.

He adores cats. But, he used to be a bit too enthusiastic and a cat scratched him and since then he let them come to him but never engaged with them.

Atem would pass hours at the temple, and his surroundings would think of him as a very pious man, but it was for the cats AND for Priest Seto.

Priest Seto

Priest Seto has the longest and lushiest (?) hair known to exist.

He loves cats and cats love him back.

Priest Seto knows his eyeliner, he does it in the first stroke and it’s always perfect

Child Seto because of his blue eyes was looked at a lot, not in a bad way but more like he was unusual looking.

Seto’s eyes allowed him to be noticed by priests as a “Child of the Gods” since some shades of blue seem to be linked to the sky and the divine in ancient Egypt.

Seto loves to read, and temples were known to be filled with a lot of scriptures.

Seto is more in touch with the people than Atem, since priests were also magicians and doctors

Priest Seto is so loyal to the Pharaoh not only because Atem is the heir of the gods he worships but also because younger they both used to pet the temple’s cat.

Priest Seto is good at what Atem doesn’t like to deal with. That’s why even tho he’s young his one of Atem’s favourite ministers.

Seto likes to walk alone at night under the stars.

Relationship Headcannons (I know you were looking for it)

But how do we end up in a relationship with those two cuties, and still be accurate historically ?? Well, my friend here is what I could think of.

Atem :

To be 1st wife material, sadly you’ll have to from the family OR a very very influential heir/heiress of a nobleman.

If you’re not 1st wife material > You’ll have to be part of his harem as either: a skilled person or maybe an heiress of an enemy tribe who has been vanquished or is in alliance.

Wait let me explain, Harem in ancient Egypt isn’t what we commonly think. The pharaoh’s harem was, surely to entertain the Pharaoh but also to showcase skill and the Egyptian culture in a way.

So we can imagine here so very skilled shadow game players or very beautiful dancers etc.

Seto :

Find no source to say that priest took a celibacy oath so you can imagine anything you want.

(Personally, I have my small fantasy of forbidden love between him and an OC priestess because I love drama)

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Here you have it. It’s not much but hope it at least entertains one or two people. I might have one or two more ideas but who knows. Have a lovely day

If you have any questions please to ask me and if you need sources again ask 😽

Bisous Bye <3

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IDK if this counts as a Hagstone ask, but what is Hagstone? Could you give me the rundown? Or do you have a post where you explain the basics already?

Yes!!! It definitely counts!!! Let me tell you about my OCs and their story!

Hagstone is a story that I've been working on with @browniefox on and off for about seven years now! We've made at least one or two complete drafts of the first book, and I'm currently going through and rewriting the first book for (hopefully) the last time! and then it will be done! Hagstone is intended to be a duology, so just two books long.

enjoy this seven year old art when I was first developing the characters! The tag is Hagstone, but to find ALL the art I've ever done on it check the tag wtgp - it had the temporary title of 'Way to go Paul' for like... four or five years, referencing a Vine which I can't remember why we did that haha. There aren't any characters named Paul in it.

The story is about Kyle - a recent college dropout - who has to find new housing after an Event at his old place. He moves in with the eclectic Eldan - and over the course of the book gains new housemates (none of who are actually human) and discovers a dark danger lurking under the town.

(are by @browniefox) The story itself focuses on themes of struggling to let go of the past and face the future, dealing with grief, depression, and combatting loneliness.

One of the reasons I wrote this story was that I was really tired of stories that constantly have a 'normal' character who later realizes they're Secretly half witch or a fea or whatever so a big part of the story is the fact that Kyle is a very Human person with no magical abilities and how he interacts with the magical world.

The main characters are Kyle (of course) an anxious, depressed, and self conscious guy with a special interest in bugs and anger issues.

Eldan - the oldest living Fae who always seems to know more than everyone else and has been reportedly 'in a funk' (didn't leave his house) for many decades leading up to the story.

Marion - An acerbic vampire only a century or two old with trust issues and a secret soft side. He has been ostracized by the local vampire covens for reasons not yet known.

Ollie (Oleander) - Hailing from a family of monster hunters, Ollie is a sweet boy who can transform into a giant beast. His family are technically a line of Gargoyles but many centuries ago Eldan blessed them, hence the furriness of the transformation and the lack of being made of stone. However, something has happened recently causing him to go to Eldan on behalf of his family for help.

and Jonah! - Jonah is the ghost that haunts the house with few memories of his time alive whose death is connected to the darkness that lurks under the town.

(if you look you can see that Jonah and Ollie were recently renamed. Ollie was originally Leander but that read and wrote too similarly to the name 'Eldan', so we changed his name to Oleander and have him go by 'Ollie'. But THEN that was too close to the name Odon, so we changed Odons' name to Jonah. I'm much happier with these names and I think they are now distinct enough from one another, but it may be confusing if you're looking at old stuff)

That's the basic so please feel free to ask questions about the story, the characters, or if you want to meet some of the side characters in the story!

[rockybloo]

An important skill I am still working on is just accepting that some of my fav OCs and stories aren't gonna be as popular with my followers as my "fan favorite" ones.

It's def something I am adapting to even though it's never not gonna be a wee bit jarring for me since all my OCs come from the same place (me) but one group may resonate more with others than another group.

I think, for me, the one part that makes it difficult is just having newer fresher OCs that, while I do care about them, lack that strong emotional connection I have with an older batch that have been through a lot of development and growth to the point I feel like I grew up with them. And having their story mean so much to me both as an artist and a storyteller and how they have sort of paved the way to me developing other stories.

I can't just expect people to be able to see this intangible thing and be completely aware and think the same way I do. I can't truly communicate how important some OCs are to me in words, and even if I do manage, that doesn't mean people HAVE to care about them the same way. People are people and have their own opinions. Regardless of how many times I may repeat I adore some characters, people are gonna have favorites or preferences that aren't those faves of mine.

It's def easier to handle this "fan favorite vs personal favorite" thing than the early days where I was trying to get used to suddenly getting a big boost of followers. But it's still a skill I need to develop better because in the end it def is a ridiculous feeling.

Like, I have multiple series I adore from people that make other series that I don't care as much about. It's just NATURAL for people to have varying opinions, and I think this is another element to accepting people have varying opinions in general online about everything.

I def think this also goes hand-in-hand with that need for validation many online creators, myself included, have. It's nice to share something online and see people interacting with it. IT'S NICE TO SEE A NUMBER GO UP. And we creators always notice when something we make gets waaay higher of a number than something else we make.

It's a big reason why I turned off visible likes on Instagram. Not because of how many numbers other people get, I'm too old to be jelly about other's success, but because it made it more apparent to me what art I made got more interactions. And I didn't wanna internalize that and have my brain auto pilot to drawing what I think will get more interaction instead of what I genuinely want to draw.

OVER ALL - The internet is a series of tubes that I shouldn't be thinking too hard about.

I'MMA KEEP DOING WHAT I DO and accept that not everyone will vibe with what I make the exact same way as me. They might vibe harder with certain things. AND THAT'S FINE!

In the end, I am but a mere creator online that puts various pixels together to make a pretty picture to then post and shimmy off to drink my second cup of coffee and take my daily nap. I MUST HUMBLE MYSELF LEST I FALL TO THE HORRORS THAT BE GETTING SCREENCAPED ON TWITTER AND CLOWNED ON!

[nokk0]

🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?

Fal and Snow!

Second question by: @turquoisetuber

[Ask Game]

Alright!!!! THE MOMENT HAS COME!!!!

REALLY long post

⚔️ (Crossed Swords) - What weapon(s) do they wield or specialize in, if any in particular? Any special properties? Do their weapons have names or epithets? [e.g. MK’s Galaxia, Morpho’s Doomblade]

★ Fal has a broken heart-shaped holographic shields to defend himself, (nameless because he never thought about a name for those shields-) which are shields reminiscent of Star Dream force field. The reason for this is because i designed that with the idea to show the connection between Fal and Star Dream, as both are ancient artifacts, although they are the complete opposite of the other

Literally, Star Dream is a cat the size of a planet

And Fal a fish that is a few centimeters smaller than Magolor…

★ Snow White has a magical weapon similar to a halberd, it's a weapon completely unbreakable and indestructible. This weapon was property of someone else until it was eventually passed on to Snow White, who would use it during battles against Rogue Star Warriors and criminals. Because of Snow White's fame as the White Hunter, Ruler would in turn also become a very famous weapon... In the past

💫 (Shooting Star) - If they were to wish on a clockwork star, like Galactic Nova or Star Dream, what would they wish for?

★ Snow wouldn't wish for anything. Maybe she wants to remedy her past mistakes or prevent someone's death, but the Ancients are gone, the GSA is dissolved and the cosmos is at peace... She feels that changing the past now isn't necessary. Maybe her only wish would be that nothing bad happened to Fal and her new home (Dreamland)

★ Fal, for his part, has friends, a home, a job and Snow by his side, that is more than enough... Maybe he'd ask to be organic to know what it's like to have real skin (?)

🧋 (Boba Tea) - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely.

★ i'm not the best with these kinds of questions... My knowledge about food is... Super limited, not to mention just the basics... Ahem! i guess Fal would have a Kamaboko with rainbow swirls and Snow would have mochis, perhaps decorated with edible flowers... There would also be sodas... It's not much use but believe me, if there was a menu based on Fal, it would be a sin not to include sodas

🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

★ Susie and Magolor are evidently the closest to Fal. In addition to repaired him and given him a body, they taught him several things and updated him on various topics in which he lacked knowledge. Maybe he doesn't like to be the target for Magolor pranks time to time, but a little chatter about the decades of wondrous intergalactic travel of Magolor worth it. That cat is always eager to share stuff with his friends! At the same time Fal rambles 24/7 when he's talkin’ with Magolor or Taranza. Susie also enjoys the info dump of Fal, but she tends to cut him often since Fal can distracts really easily from his job. Although their relationship is not perfect, they are very good friends!! (i would include Lor but she is not a playable character-)

★ Taranza is another close one; both of them loves to rambles about plants! They are really good friends, especially for the emotional support that the arachnid provided to Fal in depressive and melancholic moments, especially when the topic of Snow White's death depressed the fish. Taranza taught him breathing exercises and also about gardening, although not much because Fal tried to bury himself in the ground just because he liked how it feels, so they just go to drink tea and eat desserts while rambling about plants and vent when needed

★ Marx and Meta Knight are two that Fal hates. Marx is really rude, a hedonist who plays jokes left and right. He even takes advantage of Fal's fear and usually has Gooey as an accomplice in his pranks. With Meta Knight it is more extensive:

1- With his goggles he discovered MK's attempt to take over Popstar and for Fal that is something that, coming from a Star Warrior, is expected but at the same time outrageous. He and Snow made an effort to take care of those kinds of individuals and even when the GSA dissolved, there is a Star Warrior who received no punishment or consequences for his actions. He can't understand why Dedede is datin' with this bat

2- Meta thought that Fal was some of Susie's weapons and with memories of Vietnam, he tried to get rid of Fal, which only made things worse between the two- i know it's a bit over the top of MK to try to silence Fal... But seeing as how everything between MK and Susie is something... Tense and seeing the disasters that ancient artifacts bring, i don't think he takes Fal lightly...

Snow doesn't know any of them yet, but from what shehear from Fal, she doesn't have a good opinion of MK

🥀 (Wilted Rose) - Do they have a Soul form? What would it look and act like? How much control over themselves do they have? Is it still possible to save them, or are they too far gone?

Ok, at first i questioned whether it was necessary or even possible because Fal is an AI, he lacks a soul, but Star Dream came to shut me up and remind me that even machines have something reminiscent of the soul

My idea for a Soul Form would be: The physical body inert/broken but looking calm or as if it were asleep, the core of the chest broken and a giant holographic sphere that came out of the core

What “hatched” from the husk would be a mass of warping, twisting and pulsating veins that look like colorful stars, their light alternating between too dim and far too bright all of them trapped in an gigant sphere that shifts in hue and drips along the bottom with a ghostly aura that roils and shimmers. It hasn't an ethereal nature, as it flickers and warps in shape like a projection of light rather than a real solid entity. Unfortunately for everyone, too far gone...

Snow... She's already dead, so her "soul form" would be more like a... Completely lack of sanity

It would be like... *grimaces*... Gretchen... Urg-

Pretty much like Madoka, Snow dreams of saving everyone and everything. "Soul Fal" despite being just the shadow of his former self will follow Snow dreams. Master and Waiter work together with a common goal... They will kept dreaming. They are both chasing their dreams

🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favorite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?

★ Snow is a Puffball, don't forget she's a Puffball

In life she had an appetite comparable to Kirby's, but she managed to control herself from time to time... But not always. Despite knowing how to cook good meals, when she came home tired, she didn't bother cooking and often ate canned food due to her tiredness. Snow has a great fascination for apples, anything with an apple included will be devoured without a doubt. Even apple-scented soaps.....

★ Unconsciously Fal picks up Snow's habit, but... It goes to the extreme. If something fits in his mouth, then he will eat it. Ham, salads, chicken, burgers, unpeeled bananas, polystyrene pellets, cans… He is similar to a toddler in that habit. Young children often put things in their mouths (such as grass or toys) out of curiosity about the world around them

★ He's happy to eat anything, edible or not. Fal has a list of foods that are his favorite; but he's still trying a lot of things and choosing one of THOUSANDS OF OPTIONS as his favorite is a torture for him. Fal can eat metal too, but he prefers actual food though, and he's a REALLY big fan of meats and fish. And sodas

If he could, he would drink absolutely all flavors of sodas he can find out there. And eat all the soda cans after that as well!

★ i think for the cook ability Fal would give a fish cake (Kamaboko) and Snow a Mochi or an apple

[new-tella-us]

I feel like answering this tonight.

Or at least one of each category.

But as two character. Mika (because she's sort of an oc?) and Damien (because he's my boy)

Wrath- Has their anger made them hurt someone before? Short answer, yes. Long one:

For Mika, that would be the time she absolutely BODIED Lisette. She's also pushed Suzu down before when they were in middle school. She's still embarrassed about that.

For Damien, Malix obviously plus that one pig faun that I'm convinced he was going to kill if his mom didn't pop up to kill him.

Pride- What are they the most proud of and are they desperate to get attention for it?

Mika holds a lot of pride in her family and while she actually tries to avoid the attention being the granddaughter of Harold gives her, she will fight you if you start talking shit. Yes, including about David.

Damien doesn't hold much pride of himself but he does use being the son of the Demon Lord to demand respect from those who try to disrespect him.

Gluttony- What can they not get enough of? What might keep them from getting more?

Mika is coffee. Girl is addicted. A total "Don't talk to me until I have my coffee" person. The things that might keep her from getting it are the boys. They are concerned with her coffee intake.

Damien is sleep. Demons don't sleep and he was not usually allowed to rest so being able to turn off his brain and his mind reading makes sleep a genuine pass time. Speaking of, as per usual, his mind reading is what prevents him from getting more. It's hard to sleep when you're hearing someone's thoughts.

Greed- What do they want most in the world? How far would they go to obtain it? How desperately do they cling to it?

Mika isn't a greedy person but he holds onto the words of others a lot. Arguably too much. She wants to believe that the people that call her friend and love actually care so she clings onto their compliments and words. Though that dark part of her brain makes he unwilling to fight to obtain those words as it tells her that they're all lying.

What Damien wants most in the world is Mika. (or Twila on other routes) He never needed to "obtain" Mika, they just mutually fell in love however, he desperately clings to her to an unhealthy degree. He's willing to travel miles and hurt anyone to keep her safe. It's his moral compass and a lack of confidence that separates him from his far darker timeline of locking her and his brothers in the mansions to keep them "safe". Though with everything he's been through, his moral compass doesn't always work right.

Sloth- How do they act when they're tired? Are they a morning person?

Mika acts kinda grumpy when tired, a little quicker to sass. Also she's sort of a morning person? In the sense that she often wakes up early and either can't go back to sleep or feels too guilty about "wasting the day away".

Damien just acts slower when tired. He might take a while to process your words or have longer pauses before speaking. Though he also doesn't get tired easily seeing how much he sleeps and just his species. No he is not a morning person at all.

Envy- What do they want that someone else has? Would they go to extremes to get it?

Mika wants the peace that it seems others just have. She doesn't understand why she's so naturally unhappy. She also wants the family that others seem born with. She loves her parents but they weren't always there when she needed them. She wouldn't go to extremes for either of these wants. They're more passive wishes.

Damien wants to be human like the people around him. He sees them in an ideal light and things his life would be better if he could just get that. And extremes.... Does considering sleeping with Diana for it count as an extreme? He also envies the connections humans possess and in his darkest routes he is willing to, again, lock his family in the mansion or turn his brothers into spiritual orbs to have and keep these connections.

Lust- How would they react to sexual tension? Are they a top or bottom?

Mika reacts by either blushing up a storm or flirting back. It really depends on if she has a comeback or not. If the tension is particularly high, she's often willing to give in to whatever the night may hold. (which is usually pound town) Also she is like 70% a bottom.

Damien doesn't seem to blush much (that's more if he's caught really off guard, which is hard to do), he's more the accidental causer of sexual tension. Though when he does experience the lower end of it, he might smile. On the higher end though, he would have a hard time resisting that urge to feed, it would show in the specks of gold that would flash in his eyes. Also he is 70% a top.

[vasito-de-leche]

Hi, I just wanted to tell you that your r1999 ocs are pretty and I love their designs too! Especially people in the fandom are pretty creative for making their r1999 ocs and I was wondering if do you have a tips for making an r1999 oc? I'm quite hard time making an oc from r1999.

Do you need them to make an oc based them irl people, history, myth or perhaps a fiction characters from another story? (For example, baby blue is based from Alice in the wonderland in the book, ig?)

Some characters are pretty unknown who their based of, for example like X, Pavia, Click and the other characters.

OH!! OH OKAY OKAY I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS OKAY

As far as I've seen, not EVERY character is based on a single actual figure, whether fictional or historical.

Yes, we have John Titor who is. John Titor. But some characters have PLENTY of different people that they reference in relation to their themes, others represent broad groups, movements or genres like horror, the hippie movement. You have Dikke who has many, many different references to figures of justice. Mondlicht, who seems to represent all three characters from Little Red Riding Hood--the girl, the wolf and the hunter. You have Blonney and Horropedia who reference a shitload of different things and actors and works within the horror genre.

With the examples you've given, X does not seem to reference a person but the concept of Rube Goldberg Machines. Pavia seems to reference the Werewolf of Pavia. Click? No clue actually, I haven't looked into him much, so I don't know what else he could reference beyond WWII.

Baby Blue is indeed a reference to Alice in Wonderland, but her 01 Story "Fantasy is in Vogue" clearly state that Baby Blue is NOT the Alice that discovered Wonderland. The rest of her lore and i2 Garment also imply that Baby Blue is more akin to the figure of the Red Queen as opposed to Alice.

My point is: if you'd like to make a character then you shouldn't feel like you have to pick a single historical figure. You can pick ANYTHING that interests you and to have your OC embody and represent--mythology, folklore, fantasy, artistic movements, music, architecture, history... LITERALLY ANYTHING. OR LITERALLY NOTHING!

The whole point of the characters in R1999 is that they're a small piece that represents the era they come from. That's why they're considered art pieces to be preserved by UTTU Magazine. This is why we have Sweetheart, who is based on Marylin Monroe but is also a biting critique on Hollywood.

And you can even take this a step further and toy with this idea, like I did with my own OCs!

Spina Venatores is meant to represent the people that are truly left behind and displaced, people that you once knew but weren't lucky enough to meet Vertin nor the Foundation, to drive home the idea that Vertin cannot save everyone no matter how hard she tries.

The vulnerable that were taken advantage of by Manus Vindictae, a group that represents extreme isolation and supremacy, who lack any meaningful connections other than their own elitist groups. So I wanted my OCs to feel extremely disconnected--that's why all of them don't look like they belong in any single era but straight out of a different game, why they lack details that could connect them to their original times, and why the themes and concepts they reference are vague and timeless. I'm also big on bones and dark topics, so I shoved a SHIT ton of those into them, easy!

I always suggest that people grab their favorite character from the game and connect their OC to them, makes it easier to establish a connection within the universe and find themes to start with. You like Druvis III? Easy, your OC could be a childhood friend she had in her homeland before she and her family moved to America. Or a noble from a family that had business with the Weyerhaeuser company. You like Madame Z? How about an OC who is an assistant for her?

If people are too shy to make direct connections like this with a canon character, then you have plenty of organizations and groups--Zeno, Laplace, the Foundation, the School of Discipline, Manus Vindictae, Apeiron, and who knows what else is out there.

You can even study the lore and find places to fill in with your OCs. That one tidbit from a few days ago that revealed theres a few other terrorist organizations aside from Manus Vindictae? Make your own terrorist organization! Have you seen the white and red enemies from the Mintage stages? The Rock City enemies and Little Finger Peter? Make an OC that belongs there!

It always helps to have a solid starting point if you can't pick an era or anything to use as a base for your OC! And don't be discouraged if you come up with something and R1999 suddenly drops a character with similar or near identical themes--take advantage of that! Your OC has the same arcanum skills as another character? Make them fight about it, make them study buddies, find ways to engrave your OC and make them relevant to the world in their own ways.

It happened to me with Pavia! So I just made my OC and Pavia be insufferable and hate each other! Easy!

If you're looking for resources, I have a post here--it's a little outdated since I know there's a lot more new things to add, but it's a good place to start! It also helps to study the characters you like and pick them apart to understand how to better make an OC!