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starflyfarm · 5 years ago

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(hmgh the inbox is empty n im kinda bored so have sum incoherent thoughts n ideas abt lou under the cut)

(i think ive mentioned a few times tht lou likes singing but that is admittedly an understatement. he loves singing. he hears a song he knos the lyrics to and he feels incredibly compelled to sing tho his lack of confidence stops him in public spaces. u may hear a bit of humming when no ones paying attention to him tho)

(going off that there are certain kindsa songs he likes singing more than others, think its been mentioned that he likes higher energy music generally speaking so naturally thats the kinda music he likes to sing to but he REALLY likes songs he can just belt to it feels so satisfying to him. he is surprisingly good at adele songs)

(he cannot sing really rough throaty songs to save his life tho like just thinkin abt it makes his throat hurt. he likes a fair bit of metal and screamo n stuff but his voice is just too smooth to sing it. smooth but lightly textured. like vanilla icecream w the lil vanilla beans n stuff still in it. hes also not very good at whistling)

(hes mostly a tenor but he does have a pretty decent range and his falsetto is p decent tho it does hurt his throat)

(its also been mentioned that hes alright at guitar but i like 2 thnk inbetween whatever actual lessons he took the very first songs he taught himself were probably sum very embarrassing sappy little love songs w simple chords. u kno how it is when ur a repressed gay teenager)

(idk how any of yall read his voice but generally he talks kinda quietly, very much not a very loud or present person, which is good for not getting caught committing crimes but not very good for socializing as he has discovered.)

(his semi soft voice is decently reflective of his physical characteristics too, i think i mentioned like once that his hair is very thick and soft, but his skin is also p soft with the exception of some scars here and there)

(speaking of his more notable scars are a burn scar on his right forearm from when he was really young, no one remembers exactly how he got it but it had something to do with a kitchen accident, and sum cut scars on his left shoulder from shortly after he’d moved out of his mom’s house. he also has various minor scars on his hands and wrists from handling/playing with cats and getting into the occasional knife fight back in the city as well as a very small scar on his upper lip from a time a dog bit his face when he was young)

(u might not guess it but he is incredibly clumsy and does not have the best spatial awareness when it comes to like. objects. he does fine not crashing into people but hes probably bumped into a lamp post at least once)

(idk if its ever come across but he also does lots of hand gestures when hes talking. snapping his fingers or shaking his hands when hes tryna think trying to illustrate what hes talking about with vague motions. he does a lot of shit w his hands in general, tapping fingers on surfaces drumming his hands on his legs, doin peace signs n finger guns and playing with his fingers/clothes mindlessly)

(hes also the kinda person who has an idle animation™ when hes not distracted by talking to someone or just paying attention to something he’ll probably rock back n forth on his feet or bobbing up and down probably to the rhythm of a song stuck in his head or something, speaking of songs, again, humming is a thing he does too)

(if u read the previous 2 points and thought “that sounds like stimming” ur exactly right)

(he stumbles over his words a bunch when hes excited, even if hes trying to keep his cool stumbling and stuttering are some of the most tell tale signs of him being excited tho it also happens when hes anxious or flustered. id say it applies to strong emotions in general but it absolutely does not apply to stuff like when hes real angry or sad)

(when hes real angry or sad his speech tends to actually be much more concise, he’ll speak slower and take time to really consider his words. when he’s angry both his expression and the words he chooses have the potential to cut like a hot knife thru soft butter, and when he’s sad hes more considering his words to try and keep from bringing the person hes talking to down)

(ive drawn him with a sketchbook a couple times but he probably has a journal with some writing in it too, nothing serious just thoughts he has sometimes phrased with flowery words but its not like. super amazing poetry or anything. hes no elliott)

(speaking of sketchbooks he absolutely draws his friends from time to time. hes incredibly embarrassed by it and hed never show anyone but he does it. a lot of his doodles are accompanied by lil thoughts and comments he has while makin em)

(back when he worked for joja i like to think he was like a phone operator for like. the joja help line or smth which is an oxymoron and he probably spent most of his work day getting yelled at by ppl over the phone. he does not like talking on the phone. much prefers texting)

(idk how clear ive made it on the blog but he absolutely hates morris. morris is probably the only person in town who hes like physically threatened. morris has thusly elected to avoid fucking with him as much as physically possible)

(i think its been mentioned he carries some kinda pocket knife on him at all times but he also likes to carry one a those novelty combs that looks n acts like a switchblade but its not. mostly just to fuck w ppl. pull out what looks like a switchblade then open it and hah uve been fooled it was a comb all along)

(speaking of combs bcus his hair is thick and wavy as mentioned before hes gotta take real good care of it or it gets. Unmanageable. when he was a teenager he didnt take care of it for a while n it got so long and tangled it broke like 2 combs it was awful)

(that in mind he is prone to getting wicked bed head. catch him when he first wakes up and its like a rat king was planted on his head)

(also did i mention he has several knives? pocket knives switchblades hes probably got a decorative dagger in a box somewhere, and ofc his monster fighting sword. he probably has a pair of brass knuckles somewhere too)

(its defintiely been hinted at more than a few times but lou is a huge foodie. he is always hungry and loves food but he cant stand mint or bitter tastes sometimes he has a hard time w sour stuff too. he likes spicy and savory/umami/w/e foods best, and while he does have a decent sweet tooth he can make himself sick off sugary stuff pretty easy especially w really dense sweets like fudgy brownies n shit)

(the reason hes not so good w mint and bitter things is cus his senses r very keen and bitter and mint are very unpleasant to his mouth and nose. theyre intense and stick around much longer than theyre welcome and it just feels bad ykno. this in mind he could not explain to u why he likes spicy stuff as much as he does)

(hes also really sensitive to like actual temperatures, especially heat. if it gets too hot and humid it can make him real nauseous n give him a migraine, hes better in the cold but even then it makes him really sneezy n sniffly. this is moderately ironic considering the previous point)

(jhjh im gonan stop here bcus this is getting super long but this is absolutely not all the stuff ive thought of. its mostly just the more lighthearted n mundane stuff that i could remember off the top of my head lmao)

#ooc #not asks #sdv oc #(this is incredibtyl random n probabyl incoherent but w/e)#(its MY blog and I get to choose the content hfjghjd)

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gumnut-logic · 6 years ago

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Gentle Rain (Part Nineteen)

Title: Gentle Rain

Warm Rain Series

Author: Gumnut

1 – 4 Mar 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.

Word count: 3000

Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, Gordon/Penelope, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline.

Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.

Author’s note: For @scribbles97 And here we are, the last chapter. There will be an Epilogue full of important stuff, I’ve started it. Also, those of you who follow me on Tumblr will have already read the first Tale of Gentle Rain – I kinda jumped the gun and didn’t want to officially publish it until I had finished this fic…which is pretty close now. So, there is more to come. Thank you ever so much to @scribbles97 who has helped me through this entire fic. Also thanks to @i-am-chidorixblossom and @the-lady-razorsharp who have also answered my frantic calls at various points in time – this fic was a nerve-wracker and I can be really insecure at times :D I would also like to give a massive thanks to all of you who have cheered me along the way. Your comments and feedback have kept me going. It makes it so much more purposeful to write if I know what I’m writing is being read and super bonus if it is being enjoyed. Thank you so, so much ::hugs you all madly::

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

Waking in hospital was not her favourite. She had done it many times in her thirty years and none of those events had been pleasant.

She could smell the hospital around her.

A frown. Vague memories of faces, words, it seemed like dreams, all leading back to that man from International Rescue.

A pair of blue eyes.

Scott Tracy.

She woke with his name on her lips.

And he was the first thing she saw.

“Em?” His voice was soft, tentative, and the hope in his face so strong.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” That smile of his still turned her insides to jelly. “How are you feeling?”

How was she feeling? A quick physical check and she found herself surprisingly good. “Good. I’m good.”

His smile widened.

A snuffled snort echoed through the room. She frowned. “What?”

Scott stepped back and she came eye to eye with Kayo sitting on a couch in the corner. The smirk on her face was amusing, particularly considering the man asleep in her lap. Virgil was snoring softly, curled up rather awkwardly on the too small sofa, still in his uniform. His baldric and toolkit were draped over the back of one of the chairs.

“Is he okay?”

Scott’s smile was reassuring. “He’s fine. Just tired. Stubborn idiot refused to go home.”

“Why?”

He frowned and she realised that he, too, was still in his uniform. “You don’t remember?”

Remember? A blink. “You caught me.”

“Yes, I did. But you were injured.”

Injured? Her brain didn’t seem to be functioning at full capacity. “How?”

His brow furrowed immediately. “You had a laceration on your leg. You lost a lot of blood.”

“I did?” She reached down and peered under the covers. Her left stump was swathed in bandages. Another frown and she forced her mind to think.

Scott speaking to her calmly, but firmly. Strapping her in. She had flown in a Thunderbird. Thunderbird One. Thunder was right. It had roared. So, so fast.

Then the hospital. Perth Hospital. Again.

Scott holding her. Her blood on his hands.

Worried blue eyes.

She shook herself. She must be on something. She was foggy.

“The bridge? The people?”

“We saved as many as we could.”

Virgil snorted again.

She frowned at the man as Kayo stroked his hair. A glance at Scott. “Why are you here?”

His eyes widened and his expression closed suddenly and considering their recent history she realised exactly how that might have sounded.

A blink. “No, you idiot. I’m talking about the broken arm, leg and ribs, not to mention the hole in your side that was stitched up a few weeks before Christmas.”

“Uh.” Now he looked uncomfortable, almost like a young boy who had just discovered he was in trouble.

Her foggy mind still wasn’t registering properly, but it still managed to calculate recovery times. She rubbed her eyes. “And what about Virgil? You know, the man who recently died.” In the corner of her eye she saw Kayo tense.

“It was necessary.” His stance straightened. “Besides, we had backup.”

“I noticed. But that didn’t seem to exclude either of you from the rescue.”

“There wasn’t time-“

“Exactly! You haven’t given either of yourselves enough time!”

Those blue eyes flared. “And what exactly did you expect me to do? Sit back while you fell off a bridge?”

And there it was, the blatant self-sacrifice that was going to kill these men. “You had back up! Let them do their job. Stop risking yourself.”

“I couldn’t leave you there.” It was quiet, but the words were firm.

She stared at him. “Your health is worth the risk, Scott.”

“Yours isn’t.” He glared at her. “I will not risk you.”

“Me? What about the other hundred or so people?”

His lips shut closed and he didn’t answer. Blue simply stared at her.

Her eyes widened. “You didn’t...”

“How could I not?” And suddenly he was so much closer.

“Oh, for goodness sake, kiss her already!” There was a thump and a groan, and they both looked up to see Virgil rolling off the couch. The man was obviously stiff as a board. “Have at it, I’m getting coffee.” And without a glance at them, he stumbled from the room, dragging Kayo with him. Kayo did grin back at both of them, however, her eyes sparkling.

Em frowned. “Are you sure he’s okay?”

Scott smiled. Oh god, that smile. “I thought you’d be familiar with Virgil Sans Coffee by now.” But he was leaning in and that smile touched her lips. As always, he was warm, his energy burning, reaching out and drawing her in. A brush of his tongue on hers and he released her. She didn’t want to let him go.

His smile became hesitant. “I believe I owe you an explanation.”

“Regarding your habit of flashing hot and cold?” God, honestly, she only wanted him to kiss her again. His hot was so hot. Screw it. “I’ve just had a major traumatic incident. I’m injured, and I’m pretty sure I’m high on pain meds. Can we save it for later? I’d really just like to you to kiss me again.”

His grin was as gorgeous as his smile, and god, when he wrapped his arms around her and took her lips with his, all the cares in the world could wait until later.

-o-o-o-

Em was only in the hospital for a few days, but in that time, she managed to have every Tracy march through her door plus Kayo and her uncle.

Uncle Crispin arrived with Sally Tracy along with Alan. Alan was looking a little green around the gills and the description he gave Kayo of what her uncle and his grandmother had been doing on the plane was enough to turn Em a little green in sympathy.

There were some things that you just didn’t want to know about the generations above you.

Uncle Crispin gave her the third degree on what had happened. This was quickly followed by him cornering Scott the moment he walked through her door on the way back from a meeting with the GDF.

“And what are your intentions with my niece, Tracy?”

“Kip!”

“Uncle Crispin!”

It was hard to tell who was more offended, Mrs Tracy or Em.

But Scott didn’t back down. He took a step towards her uncle and looked him in the eye. And he could. Not having seen Scott standing to his full height, Em hadn’t realised he was that tall. Though slimmer in youth, he could match every one of her uncle’s many inches. Wow. “And what are your intentions with my Grandmother?”

“Scott!” Okay, Mrs Tracy was the more offended.

Em glared at the both of them. “If you two gentlemen do not stop alpha strutting in my hospital room, I will ask both of you to leave.”

Scott’s response was immediate, probably feeling like he was already on probation and didn’t want to blow it. He backed down, but she didn’t fail to notice that he stepped immediately to her side. She rolled her eyes at that.

Uncle Crispin glared at him, but also backed off, stepping back beside Mrs Tracy.

“Now, Uncle Crispin, this is my business. While I appreciate your protectiveness, I find it rather ironic that you are attempting to protect me from the grandson of your paramour, and the leader of International Rescue, an organisation you greatly admire. You have a model Thunderbird and figurines, for crying out loud.” She turned to Scott, whose eyes were bugging out a little at her last statement. “And you, give your grandmother a break. Uncle Crispin is a great guy, I can promise you that. Stop snarling at him.”

Neither man commented, merely exchanging wary glances. God, men!

The tableau was interrupted by Virgil waltzing in with a get-well balloon tied to a blue teddy bear. Every face in the room turned to him. He stopped in his tracks and blinked. “Did I interrupt something?”

Em couldn’t help but smile. “No, nothing of importance.”

His eyes darted back and forth between his eldest brother, Uncle Crispin, Em and Kayo. “Okay, good, because Scott bought you a get-well bear.” He strode up and plonked it on the edge of her bed.

“I did?”

Kayo elbowed her brother. “Yes, you did, because that is what good boyfriends do when their girlfriends are in the hospital.”

There was a silence for a moment and Em stared at Virgil. The engineer smiled at her.

“Yes. Yes, I did and I do.” Scott said the words, but looked a little stunned.

Em bit her lip, but couldn’t help grinning at his expression. She picked up the bear. It had blue eyes and a perpetual smile. Reaching out a hand, she snagged Scott’s and pulled him towards her. “Thank you, Scott. It was a very kind thought.” And she was grinning up at him.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome.”

“Can I give you a thank you kiss?”

She couldn’t help but grin at the grin that immediately split his face. He bent down and, oh, oh, thank you. Thank you, indeed.

The bear was dropped to the bed covers and one hand was in his hair, the other on his shoulder feeling the flex of muscle through his shirt.

“My god, I’m surrounded by a bunch of lovebirds. Okay, that’s it, I’m making a point of being somewhere else for some time. Em, get better soon. Enjoy...my brother.”

Scott broke off their kiss just in time for her to see Alan shudder. Mrs Tracy grabbed the youngest before he could escape and said something quietly to him Em couldn’t hear before kissing his cheek. Alan rolled his eyes and stomped out of the room.

Em had a grip on Scott’s shirt and didn’t want to let go. Virgil was grinning ear to ear. Kayo had a smirk on her face. Mrs Tracy was smiling. Uncle Crispin, surprisingly, wasn’t glaring, but was thoughtful instead.

Scott was staring down at her in amazement.

She grinned. “Can I say thank you again?”

Virgil cracked up laughing.

-o-o-o-

Escaping from hospital did not equate to escaping from the Tracys. Kayo, despite being heavily involved into the investigation surrounding the bridge bombing, found the time to accompany her back to her apartment. Virgil had declared her hoverscoot deceased and promptly acquired her a new one. Her protest at the cost was met with a flat-eyed stare, and yeah, billionaires, money no object, yada-yada-yada.

It was a relief to slip back into a hoverscoot. The hoverchair from the hospital was just clunky and cumbersome.

While Virgil packed the car, she took the opportunity to sit down with Kayo for a moment in her own loungeroom. “I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I can’t believe...” And she ran out of words.

“Em...” Kayo held up her hand. “Trust me, we are equal on all scores.” Virgil stuck his head in the door and grabbed two more of the small bags she had hastily packed and disappeared again. Kayo smiled just a little, her voice quiet as she stared after him. “We’re equal.”

“If there is ever anything I can do for either of you. Just ask.” She reached out and grabbed the woman’s hand. “Please.” She tried her best to covey how much it all meant to her.

Kayo turned to her and tilted her head a little. “If you do the same.” A small smile. “I hear rumour that is what friends do.”

Em couldn’t help but grin just a little. She felt like a teenager swapping friendship bracelets. The thought was just ridiculous.

But it meant so much more.

“Oh, I’ve got something for you.” Kayo reached into her pocket. “You should keep this on you at all times until Brains can set you up with something a little less conspicuous.” The security officer handed her the IR comm she had worn in New Zealand.

Em stared at it. “Are you sure?”

Kayo arched an eyebrow. “I’m sure.”

Em held it in her hands, the embossed IR logo catching the light. “That is something I’ve been meaning to ask. I left this behind in Wellington. How did you know I was on the bridge?”

“I planted a tracker in your hoverscoot.” There was no apology in Kayo’s expression.

Em stared at her. “What?”

“You became an IR concern. I needed to know where you were.”

“Why?”

“We are primarily a rescue organisation. However, our technologies are advanced and there are people out there who will do anything to get their hands on them. You know this, it has already affected your life drastically.”

“You think they might use me to get to you?”

Kayo shrugged. “Maybe. Possibly. There are a range of vulnerabilities in the equation. The tracker was to protect you and IR. In this case, we knew you were on the bridge and could act accordingly.”

“Is that what happened? Were they after me?” Her heart stuttered at the thought. To be honest, she had already considered some of the dangers involved. It was obvious. She had lost her family to a man who had wanted what the Tracys had.

Something flashed in Kayo’s eyes.

“No, a group has claimed responsibility. Lunatics. Don’t worry. Penelope and I are working on it. We’ll find them.” And Kayo stopped there, obviously unwilling to reveal anymore.

Her apartment door opened again and Virgil walked back in. “Anything else? I think I’ve about covered my rehab for today.”

Em mentally shook herself and smiled.

-o-o-o-

The stop at her apartment was exactly that, just a stop. She needed assistance and the doctors had only released her with the reassurance that she would have company.

So, bags packed and loaded, Kayo flew her back to Tracy Island, and she found herself in the same room she had spent Christmas. Cecil arrived to attend to her every need. The man was a like a clone of Gordon Tracy, though taller and skinnier. A ray of sunshine who never stopped smiling.

Scott bounced back and forth from the island every day, horribly busy, both with the GDF and the Thunderchick squads. Then a tsunami in Japan took every hand IR had available.

All the brothers came back from that pale and dead-eyed.

She caught him before he could escape to his room.

Even though she was prepared for it, it still hurt when he brushed her off. “Em, I’m tired. It’s been a long day. You should be resting.” His natural reflex was to lock it all up and process it alone, the same way he had when Virgil collapsed.

She hadn’t missed Virgil beelining to Kayo. Hadn’t missed her wrapping her arms around him, his head dropping to her shoulder in pure exhaustion. Her leading him away to their quarters.

Scott had glanced at them while removing his baldric and dumping it on the couch before throwing himself down beside it.

She steeled herself. “I’m fine. It is you who needs the rest.”

He looked up at her and the exhaustion and pain in his eyes broke her heart. Reaching out, she ‘scooted forward, dropping the ‘scoot directly onto the couch and took him into her arms, lying his head on her chest.

He resisted at first, his muscles tense, and she was forced to wonder how long it had been since this man had been comforted. She knew a good percentage of his history, had seen the care he doled out to his family, but who cared for the carer? Virgil, most certainly, but he would ever be younger.

Em would ever be older.

She pulled him tighter, running her fingers through his hair, and slowly his arms crept around her and returned the embrace. He didn’t fully relax, no doubt that would take time, but his breathing evened out and he rested his weight on her.

“I love you.” The words came out unbidden. She didn’t mean to say it, but it was said.

His reaction was immediate. He sat up, pulling away a little and staring at her.

Em felt the blood drain from her face. “I’m sorry, I-“

And he was kissing her, his strength pulling her close. His tongue begged entry and she let him in, as he crushed her against him. His cologne was overlaid with sweat and dirt, he desperately needed a shower and a shave, but he was in her arms and loving her in his own way.

She didn’t expect the words, not yet. If there was one thing she had learnt over the last few months, it was that Scott Tracy had a large family, but ultimately, he had been alone for a long time. As alone as she had been.

It was going to take time.

The kiss broke off, his breathing heavy, eyes glistening in the evening light. “Em...”

She reached up and placed a finger across his lips. “You don’t have to say anything.” He kissed her finger, his breath hot on her skin. “I will only ask you for one thing.”

His eyes widened in an expression very similar to the last time she had made such a demand of him.

“Ping me. Come to me. Seek me out.” Her fingers drifted into his hair and she leant forward to kiss his forehead. “I’m here. You are not alone. You don’t have to say anything, I won’t force you to talk, I promise. Just be...with me.”

It was all she could ask.

He stared at her for a moment, words bouncing about his eyes, but none finding his mouth. Eventually he drew her into his embrace, a soft kiss to her jaw, her cheek and her lips. There was no smile, no charm, no Commander of International Rescue, no big brother.

Just Scott Tracy.

He dropped his head to her shoulder, exhaustion in every line of his body. Em stroked his hair and just held on.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #scott tracy #kayo kyrano #em harris #virgil/kayo #scott/em #scott/oc #warm rain #gentle rain

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thelifetimechannel · 7 years ago

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#tlc upd8 #tlc a6a6a6 #gif warning

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zappsbrannigan · 8 years ago

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i drew ocs....my hands hurts n some comments i guess

idk im not a huge fan of give sad backstories to my characters so dont expect anything that interesing, (they’re more different sides of me?? whatever)...and trust me i think i have more??? ok i will go by parts n dont worry i dont have sense on my own universe with ocs

azu: originally my SU’s gemsona and he quickly became the “pet” of my fb’s page and the oc that is the most popular, weird because her personality is a messa actually he seems paceful (at first she was inspired on pearl) but...im not gonna lie she represents my lust??? just naughty..well ive drawn a lot of porn... D: also is that one character who might be into jojos (in fact she does jojo poses...josuke’s ones especially); about her life??? she’s an alien but on the earth she is just an university student who wants to to become as a police...ironically she is a “superhero” on her free time...ps.her fuckin hair is just space n so fuckin shinny n is a pain on the ass...n has a gun i cant draw...and mmmmm what else??? her birthday is on May 1th. She’s pretty chill tho. She’s a fuckin alien so is old

Krass: my jojos oc...he lives on morioh and his stand is called nicotine (P!atD’s song) has the power of burn things and make smoke walls; im not fan to give sad backstories but...basically he burnt his home with everyone inside and has a lot of anger issues (BAD TEMPER). Anyway he only wants to be free??? actually he works on a McDonalds (or a similar store) n yup..is a transman/not cis so yeah he is basically a representation of these issues. He has between 19 to 20 y/o

Penny: i remember i made her for a roleplay group on dA when i was young, she’s a pepsi gijinka at first she was the typical smug animu girl and irritating....but now im thinkin better she just wants attention n love n be the number one??? yeah might be a representation of my bpd...who knows but is the only character that i paint her eyes, she’s 18 y/o

Luna: one of my oldest characters...n the one with a proper story (that incluides other 6 guys) n tbh she is a representation of myself when i was younger. Her nickname is Lunes (Monday), she likes to do sports (ok, that doesnt sound like me), has a crush with another guy called Vernan (Viernes) and she has the bad habit of being late everywhere she go. She’s kinda simple and the only straight character i guess...and ah!! she’s the only minor she’s 16 y/o

Chuck: a Shuckle gijinka (he’s 18 y/o) and i cant believe this guy is an adult???? well he has like two stories...is like he has two AUs, One where he has his trainer (her name is Clara, i forgot to draw her bleh) n other where he is “wild”. He’s too childish and innocent since he spent his whole life on a forest, but he has a good heart n is eager to help to people even if he screws up...there are other guys on that forest that are his friendos, but Marcos case is special...basically Chuck went into his massion while he was playing and broke something expensive...n now he wants to “pay it”, but since he’s useless for home’s chores...Marcos gave up and wants him away, but Chuck insists, anyway later they became a couple

Marcos: a Persians gijinka (he’s 20 y/o) he is the typical rich kiddo n he only thinks of money, but the truth is he is lonely (not a sad story at all...just his parents neglected him due work n he only wants to be productive n important for his family), has a bad temper too but isnt that bad...he only wants peace n....yeah since he’s a cat/furry tends to like soft/cute things (plushies,etc...) n Chuck discovered that too so...yeah with the time he’s used to Chuck’s enthusiasm...n sometimes makes him laugh 0:

Alan: He’s 23...is basically the “good marcos” except he’s more sucessful w/ life n seems perfect also he’s a gentleman....but.....there’s a tiny detail about him he has ginephobia (he’s scared of girls, more because he was the only male on his family n made him anxious) anyway he has such a nice heart (and a huge libido) loves books,tea and apples. He’s really interested on Gabo even if this one only wants his money and scam him. and ah yes he’s gay obviously

Gabo: His real name is Gabriel,he’s an orphan (his mother was assesinated n the guilty never went to jail, it was liberated because was someone important), deliquent on a street gang (yeah is a typical cholo) he dedicates to scam and steal; he mistrusts people but very very deep on his heart cares about the morals on his gang and typical “rich people are the worst”, he only believes on his own justice; he starts to “work” as gardener for Alan....but this one is too nice so is impossible for him “act” while this one isnt looking...as expected he starts to know better Alan, starts to trust and has feelings about him...which he has to hide cus his gang. He’s between 21 and 22 y/o, plus he loves tattos.

Jenny: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh her, other story that incluides more characters, (mostly villains, im sorry i was little n i wanted to make it like OnePiece but better :V obviously that never happened ), but her story is a traveler n she ended on a city on middle od the desert where she ends being sheriff (and his assistant is called Johnatan n is a fuckin coward) n beats the different deliquents every week; she only thinks on become stronger,justice, loves junk food and if...chuck was an idiot,she’s worse n impuslive. No one knows her age ,but she’s an adult. Also has a horse!! that i never named...ehhh....i will call Charles , ps. her sister is a famous thief.

Chris: other pokemon gijinka (Charmeleon) i made for a group, he’s 20 y/o...not much about his personality he likes to party n eat tacos, his fashion sense got lost on the 70′s/80′s.

n i got tired

idk why i wrote this

these are my kiddos ehhhhh yeah

#important shit #zapp talks #THIS IS TOO LONG

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turnipmage · 8 years ago

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ten facts about velimus and adrien?

ok so i didnt know if u wanted ten facts abt both of them or ten each so i went w ten each (actually 12 for adrien bc i love him) (thank u!!!!!!!!)#oc: adrien #oc: velimus

adrien

1. hes still a vanguard and therefore biotic and pretty much 90% of his biotics involve hitting things with force, like his punch, slamming himself into ppl w his dash, his biotic pull is basically playing pingpong w someonr, etc. he has difficulty sustaining constant things like biotic shields or holding someone still midair bc hes just not used to it (+didnt have super official training wooooooooops)

2. is vegetarian (meat only, hes fine with eggs and dairy products (tho hes mildly lactose intolerant))

3. hes chinese + his full name is adrien jiahong zhu

4. the type of guy who will stop what hes doing to help a small bug or worm off the sidewalk. god forbid its something like a large deer thats injured or youll be there forever

5. loves Jokes Jests and Pranks, particularly slapstick humor or stuff like shaking someones hand with a buzzer or putting down a whoopie cushion. is constantly distressed that his prosthetics arent on the left so he can make "im all right now" jokes. at least he has "lemme give you a hand". his turian crewmates are so tired of his shit

6. still working out his n v's n the others backstories but for rn at least he was an alliance soldier who had to take charge of a squad whether bc he was promoted or bc he old commander died on the mission, long story short everyone except like 1 or 2 ppl died and those few ppl refuse to talk to him and the stress/trauma from the mission exacerbated sooooome issues he has which led to yknow suicidal behaviors like trying to off himself etc until he was discharged. after which he just kinda went into being a freelancer/problem-solver/bodyguard/etc for money. after some fandangling he helps out some turian soldiers and, with his perfectly rational self, decided Sneaking Onto The Turian Warship would be a great idea. somehow they dont kill him, he worms his way into their hearts, etc, everyones happy

7. casually dated a krogan while he was a freelancer, theyre still buddies and keep in touch

8. ive talked abt it b4 briefly but he really likes the 60s california surfer aesthetic. he has a beach boys song as his ringtone, a bunch of vintage pictures he downloaded off the extranet plastered on the walls of his tiny closet bedroom on the ship, wants a vintage woodie car even though wheels seem to be pretty obsolete, and likes to visit the beach when able.

9. he plays the bass and can sing pretty passibly

10. has and will readily complain about minor bumps and scrapes to have an excuse to go visit velimus in the med bay to get around the "no interrupting someones work" rule. velimus goes along with it

11. also the type of guy who doesnt give literally two shits abt respecting orders if someone might get hurt in the process. like to the point where in the middle of battle he picked up and hauled the /captain of his ship/ who can /kick his ass/ off the battlefield bc she would have kept fighting til she keeled over and hes NOT having that

12. can and has eaten turian food and suffered the moderate-to-severely bad allergic reactions REPEATEDLY just to see what it tastes like. has looked velimus (yknow, the Resident Fucking Doctor) in the eyes directly as he popped a whole turian mini doughnut in his mouth.

velimus:

1. became a medic more out of neccessity and feelings of duty than a commitment to protecting life, hes warmed up to the job over the years but still

2. a hopeless romantic but very, very lowkey and guarded about it, even after he gets into a relationship w adrien. like, writes Gay Shit about how pretty n dark adriens eyes are and how soft his skin is but would probably never say it to his face even though adrien would Love it

3. a pretty soothing person to be around, which is good considering his job. nice, low-toned voice, pretty calm and hard to phase when it comes to in the middle of battle. its great

4. sister is antovia, captain of the ship

5. ive drawn him relatively skinny but im gonna practice drawing more heavyset turian body types bc if adrien is a speedy punchy bullet then velimus is a beefy strong professional weightlifter. like adrien still Lifts him regularly but velimus is the true lifter of the relationship and has carried 2-3+ full grown injured turians back to safety at least once probably

6. main weapon is literally a massive cleaver. i still cant decide if its a fancy futureistic light one like the omnitool blade or A Literal Cleaver he carries around. who the fuck uses GUNS when you can carve someone in half with one smooth stroke

7. loves the human dark souls and bloodborne games

8. loves just. space? astronomy? stars and how different they look from planet to planet and just how VAST the universe is? daydreams about being an explorer and discovering new species

9. enjoys sparring in the ring a lot and can get maybe a little too vicious

10. holds grudges like a motherfucker

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