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uhnomahlee · 2 years

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in their eyes

synopsis - will they or won't they? includes - agender!hange, black plus-size agender original character, friends to potential lovers, essence of sub!hange, gay besties flirting, unspoken admiration, etc. {mdni/f}

a/n - dis not my first fic ever but for this fandom yeahhh i got my black plussize agender readers. i can't use [y/n] bc my brain is demolished and literally does not insert any name so ill just make up ocs. but yall should know i had to make a background for these darker skinned folk. ive established their history (not in this story...not yet) so there's not just a random nigga in the walls. anyways enjoy :3

“Goodnight Hawa,” Amahle gave a warm smile as they began to leave the new recruit’s side. The rest of the dorm was beginning to quiet down as fatigue set in and lights out crept closer. Chatter slipped into sporadic murmurs.

The wide-eyed individual, racked with anxiousness and already attaching theirself to the presence of the older soldier, hesitated to reach out a hand to stop them. “Um…”

Amahle looked back at Hawa, brow-bone lifting in silent encouragement to speak.

“Thank you,” they muttered, twiddling their thumbs. “I know this is an inconvenience--constantly checking up on me and whatnot. But you are…the closest resemblance of any family or friends I had before moving into the walls. I apologize for making you worry.” Hawa kept their gaze elsewhere as they spoke, mahogany skin warming.

Their breathing hitched, feeling a hand on their shoulder, mustering up the courage to look up and meet Amahle’s eyes. Tears threatened to spill in response to the unexpected statement, the older individual’s grip tightening. Their chest constricted as they kept a breath that would be sure to lead to a full session of wailing.

“Please,” Amahle began, voice breaking, “do not apologize. My care and kindness are not forced by anything you do. We are the embodiment of the clans we left behind. Our link is inevitable. I will try my best to protect you and return you home to see your family again."

Now the tears forming in Hawa's eyes did not resist slipping down their round cheeks. “I…I will also protect you. Your family will see you again too.”

Embracing Hawa tight, Amahle’s lips quivered as they cried quietly into their shoulder. They stayed a couple of minutes after to soothe Hawa, hoping to lift whatever burden they were harboring before it was officially lights out. Moving the chair back near the wall, Amahle prepared to leave, lifting their lantern from the nightstand. They whispered goodnight back to the recruits, shushing them while they tried to get out of the room without any person in command catching them again…for the eighth time this month. They shut the door, untwisting the doorknob so the bolt would be slid into place without a peep.

Amahle’s muscles grew rigid as soon as they saw the figure standing near them in their peripheral.

“Commander,” they greeted, skin heating as they faced Erwin. “I was…someone reported a…the kids were fighting again?”

“Do you even believe yourself?” A thick blond brow quirked along with the question.

Slumping their shoulders, Amahle knew they were caught from the get-go. “Some recruits were feelin’ uneasy. I've seen the way they train when they don't get a good night’s rest. Was just makin’ sure everything was alright.” They readied theirself for the disciplining that could or could not be worse than Levi’s.

“There has never been a soldier that took upon the caretaker role that is essential in these dorms. They would think it's a burden to handle the stress of our mission along with the emotional turmoil of young individuals. You are different. Your presence now is one of the aspects that will keep these kids alive in the long run.” Erwin placed a hand on Amahle’s shoulder for a moment before returning his arm to his side. “Before you turn in, I noticed Hange’s light still on and that can only mean they have not taken a single break since you last checked on them.”

“I was just on my way,” they replied, choked up.

“Are you alright?” Erwin asked, eyes widening at the contorted look on their face.

“Yeah,” Amahle cleared their throat. “Just been one hell of a night.”

Erwin nodded in understanding. “Okay then. You should get going. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Commander.” Amahle departed with a small wave. Wiping underneath their lash line, they tried to compose theirself as they made their way to Hange’s quarters. If they saw Amahle in this state there wouldn't be a reason to attempt to put them to bed.

Their friendship was a spectacle behind the walls. The moment Amahle was seen entering the walls in an attempt to join the Survey Corps, Hange over-enthusiastically volunteered to be a guide. When the higher-ups asked about their background, Hange’s stare earned them multiple lectures in respecting Amahle’s space. But they couldn't help it. There was a certain aroma they had never smelled before that wafted off of them, putting the soldier into a trance. They recognized the scent from a flower that was found on an expedition they led far into the forest. Then their focus would be brought to the short black kinky hair, spirals of close-knit coils shaped around Amahle’s head.

Hange had speculated before there was a mystical purpose to Amahle’s arrival and very being. There was a moment during dawn as the sun began its ascent over the mountains in the distance, rays of light stretching across the camp. Just waking up to finish a report, Hange decided to stretch their rigid body by going on a walk outside. As they were pulling their hair back up into a ponytail, proofreading the image of the report in their head, scuffling came from in between the dormitory. They quieted their steps, creeping up towards the sound. There they saw Amahle sitting with a journal in front of them, pencil tapping their inner thigh as they tilted their head from side to side. Before Hange could realize it, they were walking towards them, heart pounding hard against their chest.

Amahle had straightened up, the crunch of dirt under boots interrupting their journaling time. They turned around to see who it was, a small smile making a way onto their lips before they stood up. They had not noticed their heartbeat speeding up or the warmth that crawled across their cheeks as Hange approached them.

From a distance, Hange admired the thickness of their body, eyes wandering over their physique before meeting Amahle’s gaze. They waved, mouth parting to speak, however oblivious to their building anxiousness, everything was dry. Clearing their throat loudly, the embarrassment had begun to hound Hange.

“Good morning, Hange,” Amahle had greeted, clutching their journal and pencil in one hand. They shifted their stance to follow Hange’s movement, a sliver of light falling upon their face.

When Hange had regathered theirself, they greeted back, “Good morning, Amahle.” They marveled at Amahle’s smooth umber skin glimmering both in the shadow and light. Gulping they let out an airy chuckle, rubbing the nape of their neck in an attempt to distract theirself from the trance they were about to enter with joy. “You’re up early.“

“Yup. The air is so crisp at this time and this sunrise is beautiful.” Amahle looked to the mountains, a longing stare into the distance.

“Ah,” was all Hange could say, words swept from their mind as they studied Amahle’s features. “Would you like to walk with me?” Hange offered as a friendly gesture knowing well they preferred to be alone in the morning especially after finishing reports.

“I would like that.”

The love accumulated in their time knowing each other made their friendship dip into the pools other than platonic. There were the touches that lingered a bit longer, elusively possessive. Proximity invasions that they would pass off as teasing, ignoring the glances to each other’s lips. Multiple sparring sessions that ended with one sitting on one another, heavy pants exchanged with the winner on top skimming their fingertips down the torso of the loser while they gripped their thighs.

Nearing a year and a half of intimacy, neither was making a move anytime soon, finding happiness in the complacency of their relationship. To have someone around and be there for each other like the two did filled something in their being that was critical for their survival. A necessity.

Trudging down the hall to Hange’s door, Amahle didn’t bother knocking as they entered, letting out a sigh as they saw Hange hunched over their desk, leg bouncing as they tried to focus on the last part of an equation. They kept quiet as they crept up behind their best friend, peering over their shoulder to take a look at the mess of papers spread out on the desk. Their eyes darted over each page, double-checking their work because they knew it should never take this long to finish.

Plucking the pencil from Hange’s hand, Amahle erased their mistakes and quickly wrote in the correct numbers. They had leaned over the chair, scent sending tingles down their back . Following their corrections, Hange’s heart swelled with appreciation. Their brain was becoming sore from the immense focus they had on these pages for hours and now it felt like the gnawing had subsided.

Finishing off the last page, Amahle dropped the pencil, mouth close to Hange’s ear. “Now get your ass in bed.”

“You’re so scary when you talk like that. I wasn’t even going to argue.” Hange succumbed to the demand, body squirming in the seat. They had a hate-love connection with the way Amahle’s tone would switch up. It was like they were getting snatched up by the back of their shirt and chastised—partly true. "And also, thanks for the help."

There had been a moment where they had a couple of drinks in the tavern, the numbness of alcohol taking over with a subtle chaos. Hange was doing a bit too much asking for another cup of beer, leaning their body across the bar, half-singing their unruly request. Their comrades were trying their best to keep them at bay, searching for the individual who was always beside them and able to subdue them with a single finger. Walking out of the bathroom, Amahle’s gaze immediately fell on Hange with their ass poking out from violating the bar while Moblit tried to calm them down. Entirely too drunk for the scenario, Amahle marched up to Hange, people moving out of their way when they heard and saw them coming. They wrapped an arm around Hange’s torso, taking the cup from their hand and setting it down at the bar.

“They’re in trouble,” Ymir snickered, scooting their chair closer so they could be in earshot of the upcoming conversation before Mikasa pulled them back with one hand.

As Amahle set Hange down, they gripped the front of their shirt steadying their sway. “Hange, look at me.”

“Yesss?” Hange slurred. “Amaaaa you look pretty in this light too?” They groaned, smacking their forehead. “Gosh…”

Drunk ears blocked out the sentence. “You need to keep your ass off the bar. The workers don’t get paid entirely enough to deal with you and you keep breaking everything,” they said in a low voice, deep tone stroking Hange’s senses like a melody.

Hange nodded, sputtering out a laugh. “Sawry. I-I just feel really happy.” They paused to burp. “And you”—their hands skimmed Amahle’s hips—“are the reason for it all.”

Amahle had blinked, stunned. They fought the sensation in the pit of their stomach as Hange began caressing their waist, planting their palms around it and massaging the pudgy area.

“Um. Okay then. J-just don’t go overboard again. 'Cuz I can't stop the whole bar from wanting to fight you. Attempt yes.” Their grip loosened, irritation faltering.

“Mhm. Whatever you say, Ama. I can do whatever you want,” Hange sang, fingers crawling under their shirt.

“I have to go to the bathroom!” Amahle blurted, escaping back into the corridor.

Hange pursed their lips, scouring the area. Landing on the group of girls from the team trying to make themselves disappear from a very drunk Hange’s eagle eye. With wide arms, they approached the table, jumping into unprepared bodies.

Standing up from the desk, Hange pulled off their tank top tossing the fabric onto bed near where Amahle sat, watching. Goosebumps rose across their skin as they undressed, the heat of their comrade’s stare prominent. They bite the inside of their lip, unbuttoning their pants slowly.

“Just hurry and take it all off. You need to get to bed,” Amahle said, crossing their legs to try and ease the tension in their pelvis. Their eyes lingered on their scarred torso, body humming in response.

There was that tone again, making the pants come off immediately. After undoing their chest binding, they rolled their shoulders back, stretching out their body as they hopped into bed. Amahle stood by their side, approving how quick they got into bed.

“Good job, Hange. Feels nice huh?”

Unknowingly awaiting the small praise, Hange’s cheeks reddened while they nodded. “It does.”

“I’ll leave you to get some rest, Hange.” Amahle smiled, pulling the blanket up their torso a bit more, bending down as they tucked them in. “Have pleasant dreams.”

When their lips met Hange’s forehead, Amahle cherished the contact they had a routine of doing, hand on theirs, thumb stroking their skin. Pulling away, their nose skimmed Hange’s, heart ready to break from its cage. They both froze, fingers intertwined, the skin of their lips brushed against each other.

“I,” Amahle croaked, “I’m gonna let you get some rest. I know that brain of yours needs a break.” They used the excuse to tear away from Hange, picking up the lantern from the ground.

“R-right. You need rest too. Don't let me distract you.”

Amahle wanted to be distracted so bad. The small ache in the pit of their stomach was nearly unbearable. Their knees resembled jelly, almost giving out while they retreated.

For the sake of their friendship, Amahle only glanced at their hardened nipples for a second, mustering up the strength to say a simple, “Goodnight, Hange.”

Will you stay, the thought never processed into verbal communication, dying off as Amahle waved goodbye.

“Goodnight, Amahle.”

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miiilowo · 3 years

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vent to us about vanny and glitchtrap. how much do you hate them and why, here for the drama

OH GOD where do i even START ( this is said gleefully and i am rubbing my hands together like a cartoon villain )

GENERALLY im not a huge fan of the newer fnaf lore. 1-3 is good purely for nostalgia purposes but generally everything pre pizzeria simulator + UCN? its decent! got some characters you can get attached to while not removing the spooky factor (SECURITY BREACH) you had the dead kids. you had the old creepy bastard getting a taste of his own medicine. a proper conclusion, even if it was the . um. third? proper conclusion in the series

i ALSO love william aftons character. hes horrendous. truly the worst. great antagonist as long as i dont look scraptrap in the...anywhere. he's always been my favorite character, and ive been into fnaf before #3 even came out so you know thats SAYING SOMETHING lmao

takes the cake as my favorite game series of all time. piqued my interest in horror. piqued my interest in art. fnaf is one of my favorite things ever in GENERAL, actually. shaped who i am today! my favorite hyperfixation then and one of my favorites now! if i never got into five nights at freddys, i wouldnt be as skilled of an artist. id have never gotten into online spaces, i wouldnt have the same interests, and id probably be an asshole all things considered. it made me happy for years and years -- i poured so much love into making content for this silly little horror game series and i genuinely wouldnt have it any other way.

anyways then glitchtrap shows up and fucks everything i like about the series

YOU HAD THE DEAD KIDS. IT MADE SENSE. THEY DIED AND POSESSED THE ANIMATRONICS. I KNOW ITS NOT THE 80S ANYMORE IN THE NEW GAMES BUT THE WHOLE DIGITAL SOUL THING OR WHATEVER HE'S GOT GOING ON THROWS A WRENCH INTO EVERYTHING THE SERIES HAS ESTABLISHED UP TO THIS POINT. IT'S NOT THAT IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE IT JUST ISNT...THERE HAS BEEN NO MENTION OF ANYTHING LIKE THIS UP UNTIL THIS POINT. it'd have been more satisfying if springtrap just fucking crawled outta the rubble and then shuffled his decrepit ass at you as you played the game or something. The Adventures Of Springtrap. Springtrap visits and burns down a burger king. Springtrap smashes your head against the pavement simulator. ill take anything. anything but this. please. fuck

It genuinely just makes me kinda sad in a weird way. Whenever im catching up on lore I'll be (reluctantly) accepting new theories about whatever the hell is going on then it gets to glitchtrap and vanny and it feels like someone walked up to my soul with a vacuum and turned it on high suction. what the hell did they do to my boy

right. so we HAD possessed animatronics. we probably still do, i dont know anymore. now we have a glitchy rabbit suit that looks like it smells like piss and apparently contains a serial killers soul. awesome. okay. whatever. if i ignore it, itll be fine. he wont be that relevant, right? i wont have to think about him anymore if i try hard enough WRONG NOW WE HAVE ANOTHER RABBIT SUIT THAT LOOKS LIKE IT SMELLS LIKE PISS

vanny. vanny dearest. vanny sweetie honey pumpkin darling. i fucking hate her

first impression of her was that she looks like she was designed for rule34 artists. shes not scary. shes not intimidating. she looks like a strong breeze would knock her over because her head is ten times the size of her body. toy chica is also guilty of the r34 thing but toy chica isnt associated with glitchtrap and therefore i do not hate her out of spite

i dislike security breach as a whole because it feels like a fnaf fanfic or fan comic series youd stumble upon on deviantart. that being said, fnaf fanfics and fancomics can be really enjoyable- they just dont feel like an actual piece of fnaf content. if security breach is the fanfic, vanny is someones oc that was made because they wanted to draw horny self insert art with springtrap and was unceremoniously shoved into what couldve been an entertaining story

despite my hatred for glitchtrap, he at least kinda makes sense and at least falls in line with fnaf in terms of general vibe. i feel bad for vanny. shes an antagonist. ive never been scared of her. and i cannot stress enough that she 100% feels like she doesnt belong in fnaf. shes the first antagonist to be just Some Person (unless you count micheal in fnaf 4. i dont) and she is fucking useless LMAO she shows up for like 3 cutscenes and barely does anything despite being hyped up and shown in trailers for fucking ever

guess burntrap is also guilty of the 'being useless' thing. i am neutral toward him though. hes got cool claws

didnt even touch on the mind control manipulation thing. god. i would but i dont know enough about it to properly tear it apart and i dont want to invest energy into learning about it

#long post

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inexplicifics · 3 years

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Figured I saw how you liked peeps putting their own flair into your universe so thought id actually sit down and join in, because ive had Thoughts about my own self insert in your universe already so why not share! Anyway heres a bullet list about them, Purnella of the Crane School!

first off gen. trivia—

-Was fifteen and fresh from their trials when Ciri was brought to Kaer Morhen

-Was one of the late comers to join the Warlord, since word is slow coming when you’re at sea without a sorcerer or xenovox

-Has a sketchbook filled with ink sketches of all the various creatures theyve come to know in their experience, and they use these illustrations to narrow down what a victim has seen because You have No Idea how little ‘It looked like a giant snake with pointy teeth and white eyes!’ narrows it down when it comes to sea creatures. They use the ribbon their best friend gave them as a bookmark in it.

-All cranes love gadgets. This is common knowledge. But the amount of different and unique devices Purnella uses is insane even by their standards— harpoon gun, crossbow with a grappling hook shot, pistol rounds that explode into a net when fired to easily take down and entangle targets without wounding them, and their favorite— a little wrist mounted hooking/trolley device that lets them navigate ship rigging like a zipline.

(this is just part one btw;;)

(ok heres part two)

now further plot slash backstory because im incredibly hyper-focused on character plots

-Early childhood was spent in an orphanage after being dropped off there as an infant, matron was never certain but most assumed they were born under a black sun

-Matron was always very strict when it came to chores, telling them if they dont make themselves useful , shell turn them out on the streets alone. Was probably never truly serious, but Purnella assumed she was and internalized the idea that ‘If I make myself useful, I get to stay with my friends/my school/the crew/etc’

-As a result they overworked themselves to the point of exhaustion for years, until they actually got sat down by Triss for it when the sorcerers joined them in the keep.

-Had a best friend named Shiloh, a elven girl who also lived in the orphanage (this is literally just my oc from dragon age inquisition, ive put a version of her and cole(a canon character from da:i) into quite a few diff medias because im unhealthily attached to them both. purnella is already my self insert im being self indulgent already so why not) who gifted her a little lilac ribbon the day they left after being ‘adopted’. Shiloh calls them Purnie. Shiloh also once taught them how to fold paper into shapes that look like various animals. no this isnt a joke about paper cranes what are you saying—

-Was ‘adopted’ by a noble who fancied himself a scientist and wanted to discover what makes the children of the black sun dangerous, as well as figure out if theres any distinct sign that someone was born under the black sun in general

-As a result, even before becoming a witcher they were covered in scars from multiple experiments. the main one being scars from a procedure more similar to a vivisection or autopsy than an actual surgery(they were ‘lucky’ enough that the bastard was rich enough to have proper medicine because he damn well wasnt properly trained)

-His manse laid on a seaside cliff, and when he had a Specially Important Visitor interested in his ‘findings’, Purnella was able to free themselves from their cell and launch themselves through a window, over the cliff, and into the sea

- cough cough it was stregobor the visitor was stregobor

-Purnella woke up on a ship, where theyd been pulled aboard after the crew had noticed something floating in the sea water

-This boat had a crane witcher on it, resulting in Purnella eventually being taken ‘under his wing’ as a trainee.

-Shiloh eventually shows up at Kaer Morhen to entreaty the White Wolf to help her avenge her friend, who never ended up visiting her again after being adopted by a man who has gone on to experiment and murder Several More children of the black sun since then

-Tbh Purnellas mostly just happy to see Shiloh and learn that she remembered them, and should probably be worried about the situation but is mostly just! rlly happy!!

—also side note shiloh had No Idea their friend purnie was actually Alive! and There!! so shes extremely happy. also she grew up to become someone with an encyclopedic knowledge of veterinarian medicine and animal trivia, so she ends up staying at the keep as their trusty vet along with her boyfriend cole who isnt actually human, hes a garkain, but hes shy and kind and helpful and doesnt hurt anyone and im Refusing to separate Shiloh and Cole in Any Universe i put them in, and so there

is this all an excuse to have them hunt down and go to war with/murder stregobor? yes because fuck him— and i cannot stress this enough— in the face with a chainsaw covered in pissed off hornets.

anyway im a big fan and keep coming back to this series for more so i hope you liked this slash wasnt annoyed by the ramblings;; have a good day!

Purnella sounds like a delight! I am extremely pleased to know you're having such fun in my sandbox.

(I couldn't figure in how to copy over the picrew but Purnella looks great!)

#questions answered #fic of my fic

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is-that-another-soulmate-au · 4 years

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This idea was given to me by @mypureessence and it was just the thing to get me out of my writers block funk.

So please enjoy this ride. 😌

Cold, it was cold day when the elders came to visit Hakoda and Bato in their hut a year after the passing of Kya. Hakoda was hesitant to welcome them in but they insisted it was important. Once everyone was seated they pulled out three sacks, one no bigger than Hakoda's own head and the other two closer to the size of 10 year old Sokka.

"What are these?" Bato asked with confusion evident on his face.

"These belong to your children" Elder Skola said with a firm gaze, she took out the smaller item and held an ancient egg the color of the sky with deep brown specks all around "this belongs to young Katara, normally we would wait to give her the egg until she turned 10, but with the war its dangerous already to travel once. She is connected to a soul who has somehow managed to survive for a long long time. This egg will hatch when she meets them" Skola frowned "we fear that the creature inside might not have survived, but Tui and La instructed us to deliver them now"

Hakoda looked to Bato and then back "and that one is for.."

"Young Sokka" elder Tinuel said as he removed the much larger eggs, on was a deep reddish brown with a golden glow at the top and bottom and the other was a mossy grey with bronze specks all around. "He has been blessed with two soulmates of this era"

"Thank you elders, is there anything else?"

"Yes, Young Katara's egg connects her to a powerful and dangerous journey. But with the help of her mate she will overcome many struggles. And young Sokka's connects him to both independent and powerful futures. They will journey later, but they will never be alone."

That day was cold. But the promise for their children was warm.

Now here Sokka and Katara stand on broken ice block staring at a beacon of blue light shining into the sky and a boy stumbling over the edge of the exploded iceberg. "Stay back!" Sokka shouted but then the boy collapsed and Katara rushed to catch him.

He woke up and they soon ventured back to the village with GranGran questioning about the beacon only to stop when she saw the egg attached to Aang's back. "Huh" she managed out

"What? What is it?" Aang said with a raised brow

"That egg of yours looks pretty fuckin old... katara, doesn't that egg look pretty old? And about the size of a grown man's head?" Kanna gave a cheeky grin and Katara blushed

"Give me a second, I'll be right back" she darted off and Sokka pouted with his arms crossed when she came back with her egg in hand "say, would you mind holding my egg?" She asked with a smile "and... can I see yours?"

Aang gave a confused look but shrugged "sure, but Ive already tried this before" sure he tried before but when Katara took hold of his egg and Aang took hold of hers they both glowed and hatched, releasing a blue parrot mouse and a white parrot mouse, the white mouse taking refuge on Katara's shoulder and the blue mouse taking refuge on Aangs. All the while they hatched there were glowing lights all around them, circling around them until the beings took their place and the lights then made swirling patterns on Katara and Aang's palms.

"Woah" Katara said in a whisper

"Yeah, woah" Aang said with an even softer whisper.

Sokka felt jealous in that moment but he pushed it away to give his sister the moment she deserved. He smiled as he watched them hug.

That day ended in a different way than it began, they found themselves thrown into a cat and mouse chase while searching for a waterbending master. A few days later they were on Kyoshi island and Sokka was training with the warriors after being put in his place. "So you have an egg?" Suki asked after she got the upperhand

"Yep, I have two of them actually" Sokka said with false confidence, the truth was he was terrified of that fact, two people he'd have to protect and he was terrified of them getting hurt.

"Oh cool, so do I" Suki said with clear pride as they separated and dusted off their uniforms

"You do? Wow, that sounds fun" he turned to her and smiled "can I see them?"

"As long as I can see yours, its not everyday you meet someone else with a soul egg, let alone two!"

And thats how they found themselves at the center of the town with everyone surrounding them because 'no! Eggs are rare! The likelihood of you being soulmates is too high to not test infront of everyone.!"

Both of their eggs were matching and they reached for the warm red and gold egg first, nothing happening when they held eachothers so they handed them back, then came the mossy stone. The instant they took hold of the others they cracked open and two blue deer jays one with a bronze feather on their tail and the other with a silver tail, the Silver finding Sokka's head to be the perfect perch and the Bronze finding that Suki's hand was an optimal perch.

All the while the hatching happened they were surrounded by bronze and silver glowing lights that ended up making swirling patterns on their right palms that seemed to resemble flames. A clue.

Of course they didn't realize that this was a clue just yet. It took all the way until Zuko joined the group for Sokka to catch on.

When he led Zuko to his room at the temple he watched Zuko gently place two eggs on the ground surrounded by small blankets recognized both of them, the firey one and the mossy one. His eyes went wide at the sight and he cleared his throat "well, make yourself comfortable.. home sweet home and all that"

And when Zuko turned to him, only showing his clearly partially blind scarred side and smiling. His heart fluttered. Oh no... that man that he feared for so long only had to send him a soft smile and he couldnt talk "right... yeah" and he scurried off with Aang who, thankfully asked no questions.

When Sokka and Zuko managed to get Suki, Hakoda and Chit Sang back, with Suki's remaining egg being in a cage and her blue deer Jay in a smaller one, Toph metal bent the cages open and. After that Sokka pulled them all into Zuko's room, Suki still holding her egg and he ran off to grab his own and came back into the room.

"Zuko, look" he lifted his egg and tilted his head towards both Suki's egg in her hands and Zuko's two on the ground "give it a try?"

Zuko stammered and flushed a bright red but noddedand they took the eggs out to the group where Zuko handed them his mossy egg which upon being held by both of them opened to reveal a small blue deer jay with a golden tail feather that nestled up right on his shoulder and cooed at him. All three of them were surrounded by the glowing lights until they landed on Zuko's hand in swirls forming a flame. "Now.. these"

The trio sat on the ground in a triangle formation and set their own red and gold eggs in their laps. Carefully they each rested a hand on the other twos eggs and the ttio were surrounded by golden flame like lights while three little cat dragons emerged from the eggs, one a shining bronze with deep green horns and whiskeres, one a deep ocean blue with pale silver horns and whiskers, and one a dark black with red horns and whiskers. When the three dragons found their place curled in each of their laps, the black in Zuko's, the blue is Sokka's and the Bronze in Suki's, the golden lights found their way onto their palms, finishing the symbol on their right and creating a swirling koi on their left.

Oce the lights settled the entire group stammered for words until Aang hopped up and excitedly exclaimed "dragon cats!!" To which the scaly cats meowed in unison at him. "Awwwww!!!!"

During the battle one the day of Sozins Comet their animals kept a close watch over all of them and once the battle ended and the trio were back together on the day of Zuko's Coronation they pledged to never be too far apart from one another. The animals were certainly a fun every day event for the staff the dear jays being named Floofy, Una, and Li while the cat dragons were named Kya, Gi, and Ursa.

On their wedding day the animals behaved their best, but once baby Izumi was born Kya attached herself to the baby, instantly imprinting on her. Then came baby Yue 3 years later, and it seemed that all but Una and Gi imprinted on this beautiful baby. After that came little Koda and Tanni 2 years after, these two were instantly Una and Gi's favorite duo.

#avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #prince zuko #zuko #atla zuko #atla sokka #sokka #zukka #i will die on my endless soulmate au hill #soulmate alternate universe #soulmates #soulmate #RayMakesSoulmates #ray of sunshine

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smutty-ki113r · 3 years

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Yes I do screenshot ur fics page by page (～￣▽￣)～

dude I saw Masky and Hoodie yesterday. I was hanging out with nina and the chaos trio in the living room. me and nina were playing karaoke and the bois were looking at ur pictures...or more so; ben was complimenting u nonstop and jeff and toby laughed at him and called him a simp the whole time- and anyways...hoodie and masky came in; to talk to toby and I was jamming to the song me and nina were singing and accidentially bumped into masky. I screeched and everybody stared at me; like I just insulted their mom and every 3 removed cousin they have. I just laughed it off and offered a high five to masky who just smirked at me!?!╰（‵□′）╯this man is scary and I would go cry in a corner cuz he's so intimidating.

also Ben said u look hot as shit with lipstick and asked if u could ✨please✨ wear some when u meet him :> but he said it doesn't matter since u are amazing with or without! he do be simpin tho. (✿◠‿◠)

YES WRITING SMUT IS THE BEST POWER EVER!!!

I guess alot of ppl see their oc's as their kids but I see them as my friends and choosen family...idk

BEN DEFINETLY SWIPED RIGHT ON U TWENTY TIMES ALREADY-

he looks like a mango?? dude I lost my shit when i read that holy shit why is that so funny to me??? mango man in tha basketball field-

Hope the burn ceremony is fun :> I never did stuff like that. I just throw stuff out and scream breakup songs lmao.

YOU MAKE ME HAPPIER （︶^︶）💕💗

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YOURE SO CUTE- PAGE BY PAGE??!!! Thats literally flattery to another extent aisurhfpoiausrguog

WAIT so jeff knows what I look like too????!!! Im so scared rn. The way I squealed when i read that he was complimenting me- god that makes me so much more secure. Im trying to calm down about the whole “wow he like think’s im pretty?” Thing but it’s not nessesarily working. (●´⌓`●)

You LAUGHED IT OFF??!! Props to you man, i would join you in crying in a corner too. Did he NOT return the high five?? Ofc hes intimidating, listen. LISTEN. When i get there. I will probably stay in my room for a solid 3 days, no food, no water, no light. Just sobbing. And whenever someone knocks on the door the sobbing will intensify. I will have to restrain myself from going out cause you watch ill be like “yes! Im ready to go and meet him!!” ( ･ ᗜ ･ ) And then I’ll literally get within a 5 feet radius, see his face and break down in a way that has never been seen before. It’ll be like when I went to go watch a Broadway musical for the first time and met the actors- just full on panic attack.

For ben I would wear whatever the fuck he wanted. ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ I will stare at him like 😶 and he would just be trying to talk to me and id be holding back the tears. WHY AM I LIKE THIS BRO- bitch if he likes it ofc I’ll wear my lipstick.

Writing smut is such a great power. I am. I am very mentally ill but hey I CAN WRITE SEX!! And ive never even had it, ＾♪┌(・。・)┘♪♪ my imagination wildin, and they say maladaptive daydreaming dosen’t help for anything. And aww yeah I honestly think OC’s all have a bit of us in them so we get super attached. My burn ceremony was amazing! The paper burnt super fast!

Bruh but that man does look like a mango. I LOLED so bad when my friend told me that. Well he can suck it, i really don’t like him. And then he tried to hit me up a while ago and oml i was so smug about it. He had the AUDACITY to ask me where I was and what I was doing and i fucking said “why do you need to know”. AGHH im so badass.

HE SWIPED RIGHT HOW MANY TIMES- i mean you can also tell him im smart 🙄 and really fucking funny. 🥱 what else? I mean IDK, im a good person ig?? I am very loving, and affectionate when I trust someone enough. Mmmmmmmmmm wow im blanking. Who am I again? I can’t remember. Hm. I had a lot to say for this and then i forgot. Imma post the thingy that i was telling about actually cause i just remembered that i forgot about that.

REGARDLESS I LOVE YOU SM SMSMSMSMMMSMMSEMSMMSM MUAH 💋

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llogllady99 · 3 years

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One summer’s day

CHARACTERS | Levi, Erwin, Hange, Petra, Nanaba, Mike, Marie, Moblit, Erwin’s parents, Kuchel, Farlan, Isabel, OCs

RELATIONSHIPS | Levi x Erwin, Almost Levi x Farlan, One sided Erwin x Marie

GENRE | Romance, Smut, Love

TAGS | Alternate universe - modern setting, eventual smut, eventual romance, summer love, angst and fluff and smut, asthma, teenage love, young love, summer love, soulmates.

SUMMARY | Levi has asthma and after a pretty ugly attack, his doctor suggests that he move to a village up North, in the mountain area with fresh and unpolluted air that would help with his lungs. It was a pain at first but as summer advances, Levi bonds deeply with people from that town, spending a summer that won't leave his mind, nor his heart for that matter, for a long time.

Chapter 1

Levi was furious, fuming, little clouds of smoke rising up from his ears and into the car’s roof, condensing then falling on his shoulders in the form of small water droplets.

“Tell me why do I have to go again?” Levi said, in a passive aggressive tone, like they didn’t just have this conversation three more times before.

“You know what? Fuck you, Levi! You are going to go to your aunt’s and you’re going to enjoy it!” Kuchel roared from the driver’s sit.

“But I had plans!” He thought back to the plans he had made with Farlan and Isabel. They were supposed to finally attend a party. Their first party in their 17 years of life, shockingly enough. Kuchel was very protective of Levi because of his sickness and didn’t allow him to hang out somewhere she couldn’t arrive immediately in case something happened. Parties were, of course, out of the question. The idea of Levi polluting his lungs with cigarettes and other people’s breath and other bodily fluids was completely out of the question, since his body was so fragile. They had come up with the perfect plan: Farlan would talk with his older brother to get them inside one of his fraternity’s party that summer and Levi would go spend the night at Isabel’s because her mother was also a nurse and Kuchel trusted them in case something happened. He would have also taken his inhaler with him and calming pills in case something did happen.

Not to mention the fact that Farlan was finally going to ask him out. Levi had had a crush on him for as long as he could remember and after hearing from Isabel that Farlan liked him back and that it was just a matter of time before he asked him out. Levi was in cloud nine, exhilarate. He was going to have his first boyfriend, and not to mention the love of his life. He was completely sure that Farlan and him were going to get married one day. With their circumstances it was almost impossible not to do so. Levi loved him and the blonde finally realised he love him back, things were going to be perfect. His summer was going to be perfect. Now, that had become impossible. He would be out of town for the rest of the summer, breathing in fucking mountain air because of the doctor’s recommendation.

“I don’t care! You almost died from that asthma attack or do you not remember being rushed into the hospital and stuffed with drugs like the roasted ducks you like so much to eat on Christmas?Now shut the fuck up before you have another attack. Christ child, you are going to be the death of me.” Levi grimaced, he knew better than to push. He turned his gaze towards the window and watched as the city’s grey, crowded buildings diminished and gave way to vibrant green, flowery meadows stretching indefinitely beside them as the highway advanced. His mother was right to some extent. His asthma had been getting worse and the attack from a few days prior had shaken him to the core. He still remembered hurrying up to get to school on time and just as he passed the threshold he collapsed and had the most aggressive cough fit. Cough after cough after cough, with so little time in between to breathe, he eventually fell unconscious.

If he were to describe his experience, he would have analogised it to a nap. A nap where you don’t sleep but rather you’re stuck in a state of semi-consciousness, thoughts speeding through your brain like cars on a highway. At one moment you would wake up and realise you are out of breath, not because you somehow forgot to breathe, that would be impossible, but because you were so concentrated on the things running through your head, fully engrossed in the world you have created for yourself there. You would sit up and pant, pressing your hand to your heart, which would beat frantically in your chest, and lift your shoulders in one big open mouthed breath. You would slowly start to breathe normally again, and everything would be ok. You would continue to go through your day, forgetting the incident, because it had become all too familiar. You’ve done it since birth, why should it be any different now?

However, Levi never got to take that in that massive inhale of breath, installing balance in his body once again, instead passing out, in front of everyone: teachers, students, staff. He remembered someone panicking and shouting like a maniac in the background, students gathering around him, his friend Isabel cupping his head and trying to pull him upward, and Farlan holding on to him, shouting just like the woman in the background. It was a circus, one where Levi had been the main attraction, that is, before he almost fell into the dark, sharp claws of death. He had felt them, creeping up from behind, wrapping around his neck and mouth, pulling him in deeper and deeper.

For some reason, he had been ready to accept that. He hated himself, he was small and frail, forever grumpy, and always a reason of concern for his dear ones. He just wanted to be normal, he wanted to be able to play catch with the energetic redhead back when they were ten, he wanted play sports, he wanted to be able to run to school without fucking dying, and he wanted to stop being treated like china by his mother. He almost let go, he almost let himself drown into the void abyss of death emerging deeper and deeper with every second that passed by, but then his hands were grabbed by something: another warm pair of olive hands strongly gripping his own and pulling him upwards. He didn’t know who these hands belong to, his mother’s had long and cold fingers, Farlan’s skin was a little more pale, and Isabel was not that strong.

“Come on, Levi, Hang on, if you don’t survive we won’t be able to meet.” What? Meet who? Whose was that voice? It was deep and melodic, almost calming. It comforted Levi, more than he expected and he let himself be pulled upwards, back towards the light.

When he awoke, he was in a hospital bed, IV poles attached to both of his hands. In front of him, his mother was chatting with the doctor quietly. Levi noticed there had been tears running down her cheeks, he hated seeing her cry, it wasn’t fair. It made him want to reap his lungs out, discard them completely. A nauseous feeling overtook him immediately, and he felt himself cry out of frustration and anger. Why couldn’t he just be normal?!

“What should I do with him, doctor? He’s been getting worse and worse.” Kuchel blew her nose and tightened the hands that were already crossed on her chest. The doctor scratched his ear in thinking and looked at him for a second before turning back to his mother.

“Maybe take him to the mountains, where the air is clearer. It won’t heal him, but it will definitely help with the attacks, it will calm them down considerably.” Kuchel dropped her gaze, pondering over the doctor’s suggestion. Her face suddenly brightened up as an idea sprang to her mind. Directing her attention back to the doctor, she smiled and said:

“Well, that’s just perfect! I actually have some faraway family residing up north, thank you doctor!”

And that’s how Levi had ended up on the way to some distant aunt who apparently was not his aunt but actually the grandma of some cousin’s brother, who had been invited to Kuchel’s wedding twenty years ago, and with whom they had never kept in touch since. But his mother was a determined woman and after a couple of phone calls he was ready to go, shipped to some faraway city, scheduled to be stationed in a stranger’s house until the end of summer. Wop de fucking doo.

“Are we there yet?” Levi asked, determined to be a brat about it and drag his mother into the same misery he was in. He felt bad for the trouble he caused her and the worry he made her go through but he wasn’t giving up just yet. After all, hope dies last.

“Seriously? What are you five? Come on Levi, please don’t be upset. I know it’s hard, but know it’s for your own good. So please try to be open about it.” Kuchel turned and gave him a kind smile, one filled with understanding and tenderness. It was hard for Levi to keep this charade up when his mother retaliated with kindness. It wasn’t fair. Now he couldn’t get out all of his frustrations. He scoffed and turned his attention back to the window. He eventually fell asleep. How, he didn’t know but by the time he opened his eyes again they were pulling up the driveway of a secluded cottage, judging by the other golden lights shining in the distance and forming what was supposed to be the actual village. From what he could make out in the murky darkness, the cottage was more like a town house, its walls made of faded reddish bricks. It had four large rectangular windows, one on the left side, one on the right, and the other placed far up close to the triangular roof of the house. At its doorstep, a small yellow light flickered, struggling to keep itself on. Levi sneered but otherwise made no complaint.

The women who was in charge of Levi for the summer, welcomed them in with a warm smile spreading from ear to ear, making her cheeks close her eyes even more than they were already. She was about the same height as Levi, if not shorter, and chubby, dressed with a light pink wrapped dress and a purple-blue cardigan covering her shoulders. She displayed short, curly, grey hair that was carefully combed back out of her viridian green eyes and downturned nose, upon which rested a pair of circular reading glasses. Levi rid himself of his shoes then bowed in front of the woman.

“Thank you for welcoming me into your home. I sincerely hope I will not be a burden to you.” The woman smiled then gave him a hug, one which he did not return as he was too startled by her gesture.

“No need for such formalities,” she chuckled, wrapping the cardigan around herself, “Now tell me young man, what is your name?”

“Levi.” He deadpanned, unsure what to make of the woman. His mother had gone to fetch his luggage from the car, leaving the two of them alone. The lady gestured for him to go take a seat on the couch in the room left of the hallway. It was quite a beautiful living room, looked lived in too. Lots of trinkets were resting on desks, couches, coffee table, and a fire place, which was not lit. Taking a sit on one of the two parallel couches positioned right in front of the fire place, Levi finally noticed the set of fine china placed on the coffee table. The woman sat on the other couch.

“Levi,” she tasted the word, “Such a beautiful name. And jewish also. Did you know it means contradiction?” She laughed. Levi cocked a brow but said nothing, instead he eyed the little blue tea cups in front of him and felt himself already drooling as he imagined what kind of fine tea the woman had stored.

“I take it you like tea?” She smiled, then poured him a cup. “Well, nice to meet you Levi, my name is-“

“Chiasa!” His mother entered the living room, dropping Levi’s bags in the hallway. “Thank you so much for taking him in with such short notice. You are an angel!” Kuchel exclaimed in her fake tone she adopted when she was around new people. Levi rolled his eyes and patted the sit beside him.

“Ah, no worries, the pleasure is all mine!” Chiasa waved her hand as if it was the most natural thing to house a complete stranger, then poured Levi more tea when she noticed he finished his cup. “Tell me Kuchel, do you plan on staying the night? Should I prepare the guest room?”

“Oh that would be lovely but unnecessary!” Her mother laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. “I have work first thing tomorrow morning and I’m afraid I must get going.”

“Such a shame.” Tsked the old woman. Levi stood up and walked his mother to the door, a grim expression on his face.

“Don’t go.” He tried to put on his puppy eyes, turning his bottom lip and widening his eyes. Kuchel bit her lip and tilted her head.

“Now Levi, don’t give me that look. This is in your best interest. Plus, the woman is a sweetheart. I have a feeling you two will be getting along just fine. Please be kind to her, she lost her daughter and to be frank she seems kind of lonely. Such a huge house for such a small person.” Levi hummed, then hugged his mother.

“I love you and I will miss you. And yes, I promise I’ll be kind to her.” Kuchel chuckled then pulled back, putting on her boots.

“Maybe I should do this more often, maybe then you’ll hug me more.” She smirked, ignoring the scoff she earned from her son. “Goodbye Levi, take care. I love you.”

“Goodbye, mother.” Levi smiled as she closed the door, but suddenly felt cold without her presence. He was now alone with Chiasa, who was sitting patiently in the couch they left her in. Who knew what this woman was up to? What if she abducted him in the middle of the night, sold him, and forced him to prostitute himself? That’s a dark thought. Levi shook his head, he could protect himself. She was just a raggedy old woman, who would probably surrender after the first punch was thrown. Levi could handle her, he was safe. He turned and entered the living room once again. Chiasa lifted her gaze and smiled at him, extending her hand and inviting him back to his sit.

“This must be all very strange to you, but I’m very happy to have you here, Levi. God knows it’s been too long since anyone but myself stepped foot in this house.”

What the fuck? Had the woman just read his mind?

“Well, you might be a serial killer for all I know.” Levi deadpanned, shocking the woman for a moment before she composed herself again.

“Really? What gave me away?” Chiasa winked. Maybe the woman wasn’t so bad, maybe he was just being paranoid. Still, he didn’t trust her yet. He checked his now empty cup and pouted. He wanted another one but he was too afraid to ask. He threw an inquisitive glance at the woman before him, hoping she’ll understand but she just watched him and tilted her head to the side, chuckling softly.

“If you want something, don’t be afraid to ask. Of course you can have another cup!” Levi quirked his lip upward, in half a smile. The woman sure was receptive.

“Thanks.” He muttered, then leaned over and poured himself another cup. Taking the first sip, he leaned back into the couch, starting slowly but surely to relax. This place was his home for the remainder of the summer, he might as well get comfortable. Three months was an awful lot of time. Chiasa stood up, and held out her hand.

“I should perhaps show you the room.” Levi stood up, refusing her hand then tried to drown his tea, ending up coughing violently, amusing the old woman with his behaviour. She began heading towards the hallway again and up the stairs that were right in front of it. Levi followed close behind, grabbing his bags and making his way silently up the stairs.

His room was on the right side of the house, at the end of the hallway the stair lead-up to. It had one of those big rectangular window Levi saw outside, placed just above the bed, a wood bed frame adjourned with a pristine white mattress on top which laid clean green sheets. Large wood pillars supported the ceiling, decorated with a variety of books and plants on their horizontal sections. It was clear the room had been taken care of. It was a pleasure, quite an immense one at that, to be welcomed to a clean and organised room. He had briefly worried he will have to do the job himself when he got here. Obviously, it wasn’t necessary anymore. A smile creeped upon his face. Chiasa huffed a laugh beside him and gave his upper arm a squeeze.

“Your mom told me you liked a clean place, so I made sure to do just that. Do you like it?”

“Yes! Thank you very much, words cannot express the appreciation I’m feeling.” Levi bowed, but was quickly held upright by the woman who kept waving her hand, insisting it wasn’t necessary. But it kind of was, they had just met and Levi promised Kuchel he’d make a good impression. Chiasa was kind enough to clean his room, it was mandatory he expressed his gratitude.

“It was my daughter’s room,” she smiled sadly, “she was going to be an engineer.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Levi offered his own half but genuine smile, then placed a hand on her shoulder. The woman looked at him with wide eyes, then placed a hand over his and shook it slightly. Levi knew what loss was like so he was able to sympathise with Chiasa. Only a few years ago had his father died.

“Well, Levi. I’m going to leave you. But before I go, have you eaten anything today? Would you like for me to fix us some soup?” He shook his head and assured the woman he had eaten before and he was no longer hungry. He lied of course, he was starving but strangely enough he had no appetite for food. Unpacking and maybe sleep would probably get him over this first day. The woman seemed nice enough and as she exited the room, Levi couldn’t help but feel a little lighter, his mother’s departure not so severe and nauseous as he thought it would have been.

He started to unpack his suitcase, taking each bundle fo clothing carefully and placing them in order in the wooden closet just beside the door. He made sure to categorise each of his clothes: pants to pants, shirts to shirts, sport gear to sport gear, and shoes to shoes. After he finished, he carefully placed his suitcase in a standing position by the closet, and taking his toiletries with him, went to shower.

Sitting now in bed, he tried to check his phone. There was no signal whatsoever. Great. He had no way of communication, and if this old lady did end up butchering him then he would have no one to call to. That was just his luck. Count on Levi to get stuck in a cottage with a stranger, stranded away from the world with no means of getting in touch with the outside world. He fretted all night long, tossing and turning, his head swarming with similar eerie, dark thoughts that, as hard as he might have tried, he could not get rid of. Luckily, as the night started pouring into twilight, he finally relaxed enough to let sleep take him.

“Good morning!” Chiasa singsonged as Levi entered the kitchen the next morning. “How was your first night?”

“Could have been better, but the first night in a foreign bed is always the hardest.” Levi sat down at the small square table in the middle of the kitchen, biting back a yawn. “Do you need me to help?”

“Oh no! I was just finished in fact!” Chiasa turned around and placed two omelette plates on the table. They smelled divine, he couldn’t wait to dig into them. He noticed however that there was no cutlery so he sat up and rummaged through the kitchen, finding under the sink the cabinet with the forks and knives. He picked out two knives and two forks and placed one of each for both of them. Levi was prepared to dig into his food, but Chiasa stopped him.

“Do you not pray before you eat?”

Levi looked at her confused. Was he supposed to? Kuchel never made him do it and his friends also didn’t.

“I take it you don’t, but it’s not a problem. We can try if you want. I personally find myself enjoying my food better after I’ve expressed my gratitude to Him.” Chiasa extended her hands, reaching for his. He hesitantly took them. Her hands were very warm and very familiar, he liked holding them, so he squeezed involuntarily, the women chuckled at his childish behaviour then started chanting the prayer.

“Bless our food. Bless us, O God. Bless our food and our drink. Since you redeemed us so dearly and delivered us from evil, as you gave us a share in this food so may you give us a share in eternal life.” She let go of his hands. “There now you can eat, and don’t forget to ask me if you need anything. Water, bread, anything. Don’t be too shy.”

Levi nodded then started eating. Chiasa had been right, he felt much lighter and so much better. The food also seemed to have more flavour too, though he couldn’t figure out if it was just because he was hungry or from Chiasa simply being a good cook.

“Tell me Levi, do you have any plans for today?” The woman asked as she cleaned the table, refusing again any kind of help from him. He made a promise to himself that he would beat her to it next time, it just didn’t felt right for him to just sit there while she did all the work. He wasn’t like that.

“No not really, I was thinking about visiting the village, but if you have another suggestion, I’m happy to oblige.” Levi stood up and went to wash his hands in the sink. Making sure Chiasa was nowhere near the sink, he started washing the dishes, slightly smirking when he heard the disapproving hum from across the room. However he did not relent and was unsurprisingly left alone.

“It’s Sunday and the church has organised a town’s meeting, I think it will be good for you to get to know the folks from around here. Who knows, you might even make some friends.” The old lady offered as he made her way around the table, tucking the chairs underneath. Levi pondered over it, the idea of meeting new people didn’t intrigue him very much but walking around town alone also didn’t sound very appealing. He figured the latter of the two would be more enjoyable, so, reluctantly, he agreed.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was beaming brightly, its yellow rays warming them as they made their way through the town. Chiasa’s house was no different than the others he encountered now, big cottages that looked like town houses. Some were made of clay with brown logs on their sides and around their windows, others were similar to Georgian homes but had more of a rural touch to them, their architecture not quite so symmetrical and the pillars not quite so tall. The town was relatively peaceful, cars trekked through it scarcely, the roads instead being more frequented by bikes and hay carts.

Everyone seemed to know everyone, from the youngest children to the oldest of the population. They each knew each other’s names, mixing them with greetings as some of them came to buy groceries, or speeding past, or even playing next to each other. It gave Levi a warm feeling of familiarity. Chiasa seemed to notice but said nothing, instead choosing to tell him about the event they were going to attend.

“The picnic will be taking place in the church’s backyard, right by the lake. When we arrive we are going to salute the priest’s family and then we’ll go see if we can secure ourselves a place right in front of the water. And then, I’ll pour you some of that tea you like so much.” The woman gestured to the thermos’s head that hung out from beneath the blanket on her basket. Levi hummed in approval but didn’t say anything after that. If he stuck by her side then maybe he would get through this without letting his anxiety take over. He could manage it, he was sure of it.

The church was nothing more than a simple chapel. Its walls were made of brick with a few low arches on the front, a black roof, and a small tower from which a weathered bell hung. It was placed on a small hill and as they made their way past it, beneath them a little valley with a sparkling lake stretched. On its side there could be made out little colourful squares, that he reckoned were the blankets of other people. Children played, chasing each other, laughing whenever someone would trip or fall. Some people were laying on the grass reading or engaging in casual conversation, others would be eating. It was a pleasant sight, quite a peaceful one also. Back in the city they didn’t have those, or rather, nobody bothered showing up as they were too engrossed in their fast paced life, too busy to take a breather to relax with other people from their community. Levi had thought them pathetic or simply unimportant, but seeing one unfold before his eyes and in such a nice way, made him question his previous opinions. He didn’t have time to think about it any longer as he was pulled by Chiasa toward’s the priest’s family.

“Hello, father.” She saluted, pushing Levi in front of her. “This is Levi, he has just come in from the city and he will be staying with us this summer.”

Levi bowed unsure of what to do or say. “Hello, sir.”

The priest, who was two times Levi’s height, rose from where he sat crossed legged, and greeted him in return, “Why hello there young man. If you don’t mind, why did you come here?”

“No worries, sir. I came here because of my asthma. Mountain air will do wonders to my body, or so the doctor said.”

“Ah, I see. Well, I hope you will enjoy yourself here.” The priest sat back down next to his wife, who smiled and nodded her head. She was pregnant, and Levi reckoned she didn’t stand up not out of rudeness, but by pure incapacity. She was a petite woman with long strands of golden hair, prettily tied up in a bun at the top of her head. She wore a loose white gown, covering her small frame and sitting gently on the big bump of her womb. She smiled at Levi and waved at him as Chiasa dragged him by the hand to a small place of uncovered grass, perfect for their plans, being right beside the lake. They sat down and began chatting casually. The woman unpacking whatever food she brought along and Levi simply watching the peisage. The water was clear, his eyes being able to see every little pebble that laid on its floor, all the little fish that would swim about, wether alone or in banks. He enjoyed most when the sun would reflect off of the water, making it sparkle like one giant diamond. On the other side of the river there were mountains, big, rocky and snowy giants, bare at the top, white snow like icing on a cake, then slowly, as the rock neared the ground, vegetation would become more and more dense, vibrant dark green, combined with reddish brown, painting the mountain and adding more life and colour to the landscape.

“What do you think of it?” Chiasa said, noticing Levi staring.

“It is…” He wasn’t sure of what word to use. It didn’t leave him breathless, he had seen similar pictures on google, but seeing it in real life really did his impression on him. Naturally he went with: “Different.”

He could tell the woman was taken back by his choice of words. “Ah, I see.”

“Hello there!” A voice boomed beside him, scaring the shit out of him. Levi turned his head and was found face to face with a bright, wide eyed, looking at him in a disturbing way.

“Hi.” He answered, not sure what to make of the situation. The girl smiled, took off her shoes and proceeded to sit down on the blanket very much invading Levi’s personal space. He looked beside him at Chiasa, who looked totally untroubled by the scene unfolding in front of her.

“Hange, what a pleasure. You grew so much since I saw you last summer.” The old woman laughed, before being assaulted by a bear hug from said Hange. “This is Levi, he just came here.”

Like a wolf, closing in on its prey, Hange darted in a millisecond right beside him again, making the raven sneer and shuffle away, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the maniac who took the form of an innocent teenage girl. His gesture was in vain, as the second he tried pushing away, the girl came even closer, this time grabbing his hands in a frantic shook. Levi stared wide eyed before retracting his hands fast.

“Levi!!! Such a pleasure to meet ya! I hope you’ve taken a liking to this little town. If you want I can be your own personal tour guide, give you a crash course on the rural life. Oh I know! Maybe we could go biking, or hiking! I know a route through those mountains,” The brunette pointed at the chain of mountains across from them. “It will take us to a clearing very high from which you can see the sunset, or sunrise if you’re more on the adventurous side. Oh! And the wild life here is just exquisite. I ca-“ Levi pressed a hand to her mouth, making her shut up. She stared at him for a moment, blinking two times, before she backed away and fixed her glasses. “I’m sorry I tend to get carried away. It’s just so exciting. I’m so excited we met Levi! Let’s be friends!”

Hange extended her hand, poking him into the stomach accidentally. Levi stared at her incredulously, raising his right brow, before regaining his composure. ‘Let’s be friends?’ What was this? Primary school? He was a bit intimidated by her demeanour, and maybe overwhelmed by the sudden and unexpected meeting. He wanted to turn her down, saying he was better off doing whatever plan he did not have. It would have been easier, refusing and staying unbothered in his comfort zone. But he was stuck here THREE months, and as introverted as he might have been, lasting so much time alone was terrifying.

Hence, he accepts, unknowingly signing himself up for a summer that will not leave his mind, or heart for that matter, for a very long time.

A/N : I listened to Joe's Hisaishi piece One summer's day and thought wow! This would fit a summer love trope movie so well. Unfortunately, I didn't prepare a movie, but I did however write a fic for this alternate universe. Summer love has been on my mind for a while now and while I can't live it, it doesn't mean Levi and Erwin can't. I'm really excited for how this fic turns out. As always, I do not own Attack on titan or any of the characters associated with it, this is just for my own and your entertainment. Thank you for taking the time to read it and I hope you will stick around cuz there will be more where that came from! <333

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all-cursed · 4 years

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Meet my first OC to have a specific fandom they’re attached to!

So I’ve never created an OC specifically for the universe of a show before, they’ve always been fandomless, but I was excited to create one for Wynonna Earp. I’m going to give him a proper page on the muse list as well as give everyone more detailed biographies eventually, but for now, this should work.

DISCLAIMER: to anyone who may have concerns, please know that I myself am Native American (Blackfoot and Cherokee), and did a lot of research while creating this character to make sure I do them justice and create an actual Native character that isn’t just a stereotype. Some parts that might seem stereotypical - such as the name this character chooses to go by - just comes with the modern era the universe is set in and the character’s own reasons. Several of the struggles he faces as well are specifically chosen because I hope to raise awareness in some small ways to the struggles that IPOC face even today. None of it is meant to be fetishising or stereotypical - some of it just exists in that space as an unfortunate reality.

Alright! Here we go.

[ i. STATS ]

NAME. meecha wo’i " crow " redwolf .

AGE. 23 as of 1x01 .

DOB. nov 29th , 1993 .

GENDER. gender-indifferent cis male : prefers he/him or they/them pronouns .

PREF. pansexual but has a preference for men and nonbinary individuals

SPECIES. human , witch , skinwalker .

RESIDENCE. the ghost river triangle .

OCCUPATION. former cashier ; former lead guitar in an up and coming rock band ; current bartender .

ETHNICITY. in simple terms: native american. specifically: hopi and creek. some scottish but not by much.

[ ii. INTROSPECTION ]

POSITIVE TRAITS. curious , adaptable , perceptive , creative , passionate , loyal , perseverant , open-minded , compassionate .

NEUTRAL TRAITS. persuasive , withdrawn (at first; nervous about other’s intentions) , secretive , free-wheeling .

NEGATIVE TRAITS. temperamental , unrestrained , spiteful , reckless , capricious , hedonistic .

DISLIKES. sounds of traffic or loud machinery in general & the sound of metal on metal & the smell of cheap perfume/cologne & hot weather & dust & houseflies & being told (instead of asked) what to do & rap music & wool scarves & fluorescent lights & lack of hygiene & orange flavoured candies/sodas/anything that’s not an actual orange & deep dark waters he can’t see the contents of & mistreatment of animals & having assumptions made about him & mathematics & onions & football .

LIKES. the scent and sound of rain & physical touch & candles , lighters , and controlled flames in general & the smell of cedar , pine , and the forest & music and playing musical instruments & italian food & raving about attractive people with others; intoxication is a bonus & leather; wearing it and the smell of it & glasses clinking together & late night talks & stargazing & drawing / sketching & records and record players & animals & 'stealing’ and wearing the clothes of people he’s close with & running & card games & dancing and singing & creating something out of nothing & getting the last word .

HOBBIES. drawing & singing and playing instruments & exploring / learning as many places as they can like the back of their hand & people watching & drinking and bar hopping & seeking pleasure and adventure wherever he can find it & collecting random things he enjoys / likes .

WEAKNESSES. he’s standoffish until he knows he can trust a person and can come off rude or aloof & the inability to let go of most grudges & his tendency to follow his desires and his heart before logic or his mind & impulsivity when emotional .

STRENGTHS. independence and ability to function and thrive alone (even if he would prefer to have company it is not mandatory) & ability to be resourceful and adapt to new situations quickly & handles time-sensitive situations well due to his tendency to act quick and think later & stubbornness to stick to a task and see it through & quick thinking & agility and speed of inhuman proportions (thanks to his less than human side) .

HABITS. clicking his teeth together repeatedly when annoyed & flexing fingers & playing with his hair in absentminded / lazy moments & silently staring at someone when he’s done with a conversation until they catch the hint and stop talking & if there’s music playing within earshot he always ends up swaying to the beat & will often make less than human sounds (growls, etc.) when angry if he doesn’t catch himself .

EDUCATION. average student throughout elementary , middle & high school . graduated with an equally average gpa of 3.0 , & decided against college, choosing to seek education in less typical places . fed up with his family and much of the treatment of his peers, he began to learn magic from a witch he met on one of his regular trips to wander the ghost river triangle and explore & learnt magic and about the more mystical parts of purgatory - ultimately becoming a skinwalker via the witch’s guidance and training .

[ iii. APPEARANCE ]

FACECLAIM. booboo stewart .

HEIGHT. 5 ' 8 " , though when able to he wears combat boots that add a few inches to his height .

EYES. a very keen and observant hazel when he’s in human form . when shifting , eye colour can range from yellow to red to green to blue depending on many factors - location , how far he shifts , etc . always alert and bright unless intoxicated or in very rough shape emotion-wise . often wishes they were green or grey and has considered wearing contacts to change his eyes (human-wise) to those colours.

EYEBROWS. defined arch but not so much so that it’s dramatic . not too thin and not too bushy , and naturally neat - he rarely has to tend to them and usually only does so to shave a tiny slit or two through them as a stylistic choice .

HAIR. long and dark ; sleek with an ever so slight wave to it . typically worn either down or in a loose ponytail , occasionally sections are braided . falls just a few inches above his ribcage . every so often he’ll dye streaks into his hair but has never dyed his whole head .

SCARS. many . he has a variety of smaller scars from a rowdy childhood; a few faint ones on his hands and arms from scratches borne of cats and dogs . the typical scars that come from falling off bicycles or off swings ; scraped knees and cuts on chins . his forearms especially are covered in scars he prefers not to speak of . there’s a scar on his forehead from a fight with his cousin as well as a few long scars on his back .

DRESSING STYLE. it varies depending upon mood and whatever job he has at the time . especially fond of punk / alternative styles , likes leather , and enjoys the comfort of loose and flowing garments. whatever style he happens to choose at any given time , he wears well and somehow always manages to draw attention - whether from the jewelry he accessorises with (varieties of bracelets and cuffs , rings , pendants with gems , etc.)

LIPS. naturally full , scar at the right corner of his lip , occasionally sore or split when he goes through anxious phases and tends to chew at his lips .

SKIN. smooth , tanned . he doesn’t have much body hair , a fact that doesn’t tend to bother him much. he rarely engages in a skincare routine and much like his eyebrows generally stays neat and well-kempt without much effort . does not wear much makeup but enjoys eyeliner from time to time . if not for his skin tone, the dark circles beneath his eyes would be much more visible .

CHEEKS. defined cheekbones , not easily flushed . sports the occasional scars due to nervous picking when he was younger.

[ iv. ABILITIES ]

LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english [ fluent ] , hopi [ conversational & spellwork language ] , spanish [ conversational ] .

THREAT LEVEL. mediocre to high .

WEAPONS. fairly efficient in his understanding of magic and can easily hold his own with either combative or defensive magic , but prefers when possible to rely on his own physical skills ; is proficient in hand to hand combat thanks to the speed , agility , and strength bequeathed upon him by his skinwalker nature . very skilled in knifeplay , whether throwing or up close . has little to no practise with firearms as of 1x01 .

MAGIC. magic learnt by his mentor was primarily elemental based and neutral in that it could easily be manipulated for defensive or offensive ; he was never extremely proficient and left before he could complete his training so he is still learning his limits and the heights he can reach , and wants to branch out . as for the magical abilities granted by his status as skinwalker - he is able to shapeshift , which saps him of certain levels of energy that depend upon what creature he takes the shape of . he is also granted higher than average speed, agility, and strength because of this which he keeps with him even when not shifting.

[ v. DETAILS ]

➣➣ he was born in georgia originally to a loving but struggling mother and father - his mother was hopi and his father was creek, and while both parents had originally lived on their own respective reservations, they had met one another by chance during a trip and fallen in love, eventually deciding to seek out their own home outside of the reservations. his parents loved him but struggled financially; eventually his mother’s sister offered to take him in. as that was the better option rather than the three of them becoming homeless, crow’s parents sent him to live with his aunt in arizona on the rez. while they stayed in touch, his parents needed to stay in georgia, and as such he only would see them on the occasional holiday.

➣➣ while his aunt meant well, his cousins were another story. living with his aunt and uncle would have been fine had it not been for their two children; a son and daughter who constantly bullied him behind their backs for not being pure hopi as they were, often harassing him about being a ‘halfbreed’. a quiet boy at heart to boot, he faced bullying in school as well all the way through high school. his cousins, in tenth grade, snooped in his room and found his journal - which they used to out him as pansexual to the school.

➣➣ the moment he graduated, he spent as much time off the rez as possible, avoiding his cousins. on one of his frequent trips to simply explore nearby cities and towns, he found himself in purgatory. one drunken night led to following a mysterious woman into the woods. as it turned out, she was a witch. intrigued and excited at the idea of learning magic and having a way to defend himself, he quickly took her up on her offer to teach him. after a few months, she let him in on her secret - she was a skinwalker.

➣➣ she talked up how powerful she was because of it, and how no one would ever hurt her again. the more he heard about it, the more he wanted it. still unhealed from the way he was treated growing up and too caught up in the concept of never having to be beneath someone ever again, he agreed to let her hold the ceremony that would make him one as well without thinking of the consequences. when she told him that the final task he needed was to kill a family member... he almost faltered but agreed and went back to the rez.

➣➣ he almost didn’t do it. it was night when he returned, and he could see his male cousin drinking on the porch. the concept of killing someone - even someone like his cousin who had treated him so poorly - was daunting. he might have changed his mind had his cousin not seen him arriving and was immediately being malicious; using homophobic slurs and accusing crow of having run off with a lover, talking about how disgraceful it was. and it all was a blur from there.

➣➣ bringing back a lock of his cousin’s hair to the witch, she finished the rituals and he became the creature she had promised - powerful but at what cost? still wrought with guilt despite having made the ultimate choice, crow left the forests on the outskirts of purgatory where he had been training and into the ghost river triangle itself, unable to go home after what he did and unable to stomach facing the witch. living out of his truck, he went from odd job to odd job, eventually landing a stable job as a cashier at a grocery store. around this time he chose to begin going by the name crow - both to distance himself from his past, and because if someone were to want to control or destroy him now as a skinwalker, they could do so if they knew his true, personal name. as such, a nickname seemed the safest bet.

➣➣ fastforward to present day (1x01). after a few years of cashiering and attempting to rent rooms and apartments without success, as well as a stint playing guitar for an up and coming rock band, crow landed a job as a bartender at one of the local bars and instead of attempting to rent rooms or apartments, ended up moving into the trailer park. it was sketchy to say the least, but he couldn’t afford anything fancy and clearly didn’t handle having roommates well. a trailer seemed like the next best thing, outside of living in the woods or in his truck. his tendency to mind his own business and expect that of others meant that he mingled with normal purgatory residents and the revenants equally, pursuing his hedonistic nature as he pleased. which was all well and good, until things began to get... a lot more chaotic due to a curse and an heir he had originally had no knowledge of.

[ MORE TO COME THROUGHOUT CHARACTERIZATION DEVELOPMENT ]

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wexhappyxfew · 4 years

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The Soldier of Stars: Band of Brothers

hello friends!! so ive decided just to put this up here, its one of my favorite parts of the story so far and i just thought since ive teased it so, it is just a little bit of soft!joeliebgott which i feel i personally love because i feel theres always more than hot-headed liebgott :) this portion is after the attack on nuenen with my main oc hazel and joe liebgott!! 💛 i hope you enjoy it if you read this!!

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Excerpt from Chapter 49

Once they had rolled away from Nuenen, Easy Company was on the road again, moving through Holland.

The night after Lizzie was evacuated and they had gotten Bull back, with a neatly wrapped shoulder, courtesy of Gene, Easy bedded out near Breugel.

Hazel had shared with Catherine the night before, but after the failure of Market Graden, all the officers were called to HQ to go over new orders straight from Sink.

Catherine had told Hazel not to worry about her tonight and instead bed out with someone else, Catherine wasn't sure if she was getting any sleep tonight.

So Hazel slowly wandered through the dark, her helmet strap swinging as she moved through, eyes searching for Joe; she figured he'd be open. Hazel eventually found Joe Liebgott, digging a foxhole alone, which was surprising as Hazel had figured Joe would be off with Chuck or Tab or Alley.

" Hey," Hazel said as she approached. Joe immediately looked up at the sound of her voice and a smirk spread across his lips. Hazel grinned.

" Hey, Parker." he said, turning to stake the shovel in the ground, before leaning back on the dirt, " What's up?"

" Catherine probably won't be back, all officers have been called to HQ," Hazel said as Joe met her eyes, a playful grin now adorning his lips, " so she sent me off."

" C'mon, Tiny, you could've just said you needed a foxhole partner." Joe said, seeing right through her. She hadn't wanted to bug him entirely. She offered an embarrassed smile.

" I didn't want to bother you." Hazel said and Joe's smirk only grew.

" You can always be my foxhole partner and you know that." Joe said as he slowly stood up and out of the foxhole and looked down at her.

" So, wanna help?" he asked her. She grinned and nodded. Her and Joe got to work, digging out the remnants, before sitting down side by side and sharing a K-ration. There was quiet chatter in the field as the two passed bits of food to break off and eat back and forth, before sharing some of the water in their canteen.

Hazel eventually lied back in the grass and Joe did the same, something they always seemed to do now. Hazel sighed softly to herself before turning and glancing over toward Joe.

" Joe?" she asked him softly. Joe slowly turned his head to glance at her. He could see the stars in her big, blue eyes, reflecting like a million lanterns were floated towards the sun.

" What's up?" he asked her.

" The war. They said if we succeeded with Market Garden, we'd take Berlin by Christmas and the war would be over, I don't think that's going to happen anymore." Hazel said. Joe quirked a brow her way and slowly sat up on his elbow looking down at her.

" What makes ya say that?"

" We retreated." Hazel said simply, looking up at him, with a slight frown on her lips. Joe bit back his lip and looked out towards the guys who milled about.

" It was one battle, right? I mean we can't win every one." Joe said shrugging his shoulders. Hazel nodded softly and let out a sigh.

" You're right." she said, as she thought back on Nuenen.

" Your arm ok?" Joe asked, and Hazel watched his eyes trail down to her wrist area. Hazel slowly sat up, her head rushing a bit, as she slowly pulled back the sleeve of her ODs to reveal the bandage Gene had nimbly attached earlier that day.  

" It's healing, but I'll be fine though. A little scratch won't do any harm." she said as she slowly pulled the OD sleeve back down.

" Hey, what's that?" he asked her and Hazel glanced at him before turning to follow his gaze where he pointed at her wrist. Hazel noticed that his eyes were trained on her bracelet, the one from Grace. A small smile fell on Hazel's lips. Hazel slowly brought her wrist up to her lap and gently let her right hand pick up the tiny bracelet from her wrist and hold it in her grasp.

" Grace gave it to me." Hazel said, and bit back her lip before glancing at Joe who was softly watching her in the moonlight. Hazel slowly turned the bracelet in her hands a bit.

" She said I was like a daughter to her because she couldn't have kids," Hazel said, her smile dropping a bit, " and so she gave it to me, before you took me to the pub." Joe smiled softly, the corner of his mouth upturned as he watched Hazel overturn the bracelet in her hands a bit, the slight shine the bracelet gave off as she turned it, glimmering under the glow of the moon.

" You should have it." Hazel said, turning and handing it towards Joe. Joe stared at her.

" Hazel, Grace gave it to ya, I'd hate to take it from you." Joe said, pushing her hand back.

" Incase I get hit," Hazel said, watching him, as he noticed fear overwhelming her eyes. In all the time he'd seen her in war, there seemingly wasn't an ounce of fear in her eyes, but now, now there was.

And it was a fear that had been shoved deep down into the darkest pits in her guts, hoping to never escape again. Hazel gently reached forward and took Joe's hand in her lap and brought the bracelet around his thin wrist.

" Hazel..."

" If I don't make it back, please at least take it to my mom." Hazel said glancing at Joe, a small smile on her lips, an unwavering one at that.

" Hazel, you're going to make it back." Joe said sitting up as his hand slid from her grasp. Hazel watched Joe, a soft smile on her face.

" Snipers don't have a high rate of making it back home, Joe." she said softly. Joe watched her.

" Don't say that, Parker." Joe said, reaching forward and placing a hand on her shoulder. Hazel softly grinned at him and shrugged.

" I've accepted it," she said softly, " better to accept death than to deny it." Joe watched her eyes, which seemed tormented and overwhelmed with stress and worry.

Beautiful eyes that shouldn't have to worry a second about life or death. But instead, she was risking her life, saying if she died, she'd have accepted it by that point in time.

" Hell, Tiny, you're braver than me." Joe said as he pulled his wrist back and looked at the bracelet on his wrist. It was dainty, and simple, with a gold chain that held it together on his wrist and nothing else. Hazel bit back her lip and watched as Joe gently touched it.

" I mean it when I say you're braver than me, Hazel." Joe said softly, slowly averting his gaze to her eyes which watched him gently, " Only other person who seems to have accepted death is that crazy lunatic Lieutenant Speirs, and he's fucking nuts." A small smile fell on Hazel's lips.

" Crazy lunatic is right." Hazel said and Joe snickered.

" It's brave though, I mean I have a hard time setting myself in that mindset." Joe said as Hazel softly smiled again.

" I never thought I'd have that mindset in war, but it helps with the memories." Hazel said, and then nodded, looking out at the stars.

Joe watched Hazel's eyes, even if it were from the side. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but Hazel truly fascinated him.

And it was a good fascination.

A fascination in the sense of adoration.

And Joe never thought he'd adore Hazel as much as he did, because he kept a tight circle usually.

But Hazel....Hazel was Hazel.

She wasn't fake, she wasn't someone who tried to be someone else, she was loyal and trustworthy and genuine and Joe just knew he could talk to her about anything. Joe had never admitted it to anyone, but he had always thought that even from the start that she had a beautiful soul.

And even if it were cliche, he had never met someone who was like Hazel.

And he was glad that the person he did meet was Hazel.

Maybe it was the look in her eyes when she greeted everyone in the barracks as he stood cowering in the corner pissed off at Bill Guarnere for the fight that broke out between the two of them, and then the anger that resided with him the rest of the boat ride.

Maybe it was the fairly firm handshake she had offered and the way her eyes were gentle enough to tell a different story compared to the rest of the company.

Maybe it was because she didn't approach him, asking what the other girls would ask; a dance, a kiss.

Maybe it was because she had accepted Joe for who he was and didn't seem to care that he was a real asshole or that he was someone who would fight people, until his hands dripped crimson red blood, down his knuckles and into his fingers.

Maybe it was what she had said to him, as she looked into her eyes, without fear, that sometimes people fought because they fought for what they believed in.

Maybe because instead of doubting himself for launching at Bill, he actually believed it, for a probable cause. Joe didn't know what it was, why he was the way he was, but Hazel had accepted him for him - and she always seemed to do that with every person.

Joe Liebgott felt there was no higher strength than that.

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#band of brothers #the soldier of stars #soft!joeliebgott #little bits and bobs of the story!!

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geewithluv · 5 years

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ESOTERIC [one]

ESOTERIC: intended for or likely to be understood by only a small number of people with a specialized knowledge or interest.

The ins and outs of the prominent gang, Bangtan, can seem esoteric to the general population that is most affected by their actions.

Ｓｙｎｏｐｓｉｓ： ❝ Jimin is going to take over Bangtan after Hitman falls ill. Not feeling confident that Jimin is ready, Hitman pulls in the pacifistic daughter of a (now deceased) close associate. Kit hasn’t been around Bangtan for years, but now she’s forced to in order to help the remaining members of her family. ❞ Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Jimin x Female OC (ft. the rest of BTS, Bang PD, members of Seventeen & BlackPink) Ｇｅｎｒｅ：mafia!au, slight angst Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ： cursing, mentions of terminal illness, death, drug addiction, and injuries as a result of violence. ＷｏｒｄＣｏｕｎｔ：3.6k ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

Why is the parking garage so far away? This was a question Kit Briar and most staff at the hospital had asked after every shift. She pulled her jacket tighter around her as the wind started picking up. If the shuttle between the hospital and garage were more consistent she would like to think she would take it. That wasn’t a given though, some of her co-workers were a little too friendly and out-going. She rolled her eyes as she sees an unfamiliar car on the first level where only the staff is allowed to park. It was usually someone with a less than urgent concern insisting that they were justified in their parking while they argued with a tow truck driver on why they ignored the clearly labeled signs.

The surprise came when she saw a couple of men smoking cigarettes, leaning up against the dark SUV. She reaches into her pocket, grabbing her keys between her knuckles, surprised she had walked all this way without doing so. A deep breath to calm her nerves as she nears her car. She hears some mumbling from the men before they start walking. She picked up her speed wishing she had parked closer, wishing she had waited for the shuttle, wishing she hadn’t taken this shift, wishing-- “Kit Briar!” Her heart dropped to her stomach as she turned around, she’s not actually sure why she did. Maybe she knew there was no way escaping two men who clearly knew her, maybe she hoped it was someone from high-school or college that she hadn’t seen in a while, maybe an old friend of her brother’s or of her parents’.

It wasn’t. Of course, it wasn’t. She looked into the first man’s eyes and she was sure her trembling body was shaking the whole parking garage at this point.

“Look, I don’t know who you are or what you want but I don’t have anything.” She takes a small step back, gripping her keys tighter in her palm, sure she was only hurting herself at this point.

“Well, it’s been a while hasn’t it? Since your dad stopped bringing you around.” The guy laughed as he raised the brim of his baseball cap. Kit wasn’t sure if the feeling in her stomach was more worry or surprise.

“Hoseok.” She said softly and she wanted to collapse onto the ground, her legs threatened to give out. “Wh--what are you doing?” She didn’t know if she wanted the answer.

“Looking for you.” He said simply, his hair was a lighter shade of brown than she remembered.

“Well, I realize that…” She sighed, removing her hand from the grip on her keys and tightening her ponytail. “But why are you looking for me?” Both guys look around them before motioning her to continue down the garage. They walk on either side of her and she realizes the other guy is Taehyung, who she also hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Hitman wants to see you.” Taehyung explained, taking a long drag of his cigarette, she refrained from scolding him on this habit. She’s sure he already knows, and she’s sure he doesn’t care.

“Why?” She leaned against the hood of her car.

“Various things.” Taehyung seemed to be comfortable taking the lead on the conversation, something that would’ve been atypical a decade ago.

“Please don’t be so...avoident.” Kit begged.

“He wants to--needs to--talk to you.” Taehyung spoke as Hoseok drops his own burning death-stick to the ground, putting the small flame out with his shoe.

“He can want to, or need to, talk to me all he wants. But I’m not meeting with him. I have nothing to say to that man. My ties to him died with my father.” She stands up, pulled the cotton fabric of her shirt back down, and moved to unlock her car before her arm is yanked back by Hoseok. “Please don’t do this.” She whispered, unsure if it was to either man, herself, or whatever high power may be listening.

“We’re not prepared to take no for an answer.” Hoseok kept the firm grip on her arm.

“Well, you need to become prepared. I’m not a child anymore, we aren’t children anymore. I’m a grown woman. I can make my own decisions. And I will not be meeting with Sihyuk Bang.”

“Either you willingly follow us, or we put you in the back of our car and take you.” Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. Even as a teen, Taehyung had been able to intimidate her, and many others, just by the look in his eyes which is why he was such a valued asset to Bangtan. As an adult, the effects were even stronger.

“Fine.” She yanked her arm back from Hoseok’s grasp and unlocked her car. Letting out a huff when she notices Taehyung’s eyes brighten again and his signature smile, still the same as when they were school-aged.

“Don’t do something stupid.” Is all that Hoseok said, almost begging, before he and Taehyung start walking to their own car.

It’s hardly 8 o’clock yet it’s practically pitch black outside. The darkness is even more pronounced by the bright lights at the large estate that houses Bangtan at least a mile from the main road and a solid 5 miles from the nearest street light.

“You took that big oak tree down?” Kit motioned toward the now empty piece of land she had once found so much joy in.

“Didn’t have much of a choice.” Hoseok shrugged, she didn’t ask why. She didn’t want to know. Taehyung opened the door and the smell of the home is still somehow so familiar to her, all these years later. Her feet start moving her toward the living room but both men stop her, knowing she’s moving on autopilot.

“We’re going to his room.” Taehyung kept his voice low and ignored the confused look on her face. She had never been in the leader’s room, she’s not sure anyone who wasn’t about to have sex with him had, and even then some of the higher paid women had only gotten to the living room. She shuddered at the thought.

“Fucking finally.” She heard a sigh and meets the eyes of the eldest, Seokjin. He gave her a small smile, trying to comfort her, before opening the large wooden french doors leading in the main bedroom. Kit isn’t quite sure what she expected from the room. But she wasn’t expecting to see the man she had feared all her life sat up in a king-size bed with more tubes going in and out of his body than she had seen on patients at the ICU. He has multiple IV’s in his arms, oxygen filling his nostrils through clear tubes, a pharmacy worth of prescription bottles sat on his nightstand. He’s paler than she remembers, paler than she thinks she’s ever seen a living person. A soft beeping of a heart monitor fills the room. 4 other men, 4 former friends, stand in various places in the room.

“Kit, you came.” His voice is rough and shaky. She felt bad. She felt so bad that one of the most feared men in the city was tied to his bed. She felt bad that for once in her life she wasn’t scared of him.

“They didn’t give me much of a choice.” She tried to be stern. She failed to be stern. Even if she wasn’t fearful of him as much as she was when she was 10, she’s still scared of talking back to anyone and she’s positive every guy in the room has at least one weapon on them.

“They follow directions well.” He laughed, or tried to, before coughing harshly. “What do you want to know first, what I’m dying from, or why you’re here?”

“I could look at three of those bottles and figure out what you think is wrong. I doubt you actually sought out a professional because I can tell from here that none of those bottles have your name on it.” She sighed before continuing. “Why am I here? What could possibly be so urgent? I’m a nurse, not a doctor. I cannot save you.”

“I don’t need your medical expertise. I need your interpersonal expertise.” Kit is silent for a while, trying to figure out what he’s referring to. He’d always been a little vague, assuming you’d figure out what he meant but boasting in having to explain it to you. She remembered the trait well.

“You can’t possibly think that your parents just joined this lifestyle and prospered by chance. They were naturals. And you are too.”

“You think I’m a natural-born criminal?” Kit scoffed.

“In more words or less. Jimin--” he coughed “--hand me that book.” He pointed toward a bookshelf that had no need to be so large considering the lack of literature decorating it. Jimin obeyed, handing him a leatherbound journal. He was taller than she had remembered, in fact she was hardly sure it was really him. Before she can fully relish in the view of this man she hadn’t seen since he was a boy, Hitman continued. “It’s your father’s. You’re not easy to reach, you know?”

“I like to keep it that way.” She said, her voice softening as she grasps the journal, feeling the soft leather in her hands as she recalls how often her father had written in it. The pages were seemingly endless. She opens it to the page bookmarked by the thin red ribbon attached to the binding.

My lovely Kit is way too smart for her own good. Marianne is worried about me bringing her around Sihyuk. Kit notices way too much, she’s like her mother in that way. She’s too aware of the world before she’s even hit her teenage years. She got into a pocket knife collection this morning and quickly learned a few tricks, much to her mother and I’s surprise and concern. She’s very skilled, but I don’t think Marianne would take well to me saying that. I’ll stop bringing her around once school starts back up. She’s close to some boys that hang around. They’re a couple years older and take care of her well, but they’re getting into this life now. She’s just a baby. Only 12 years old. I can’t believe she’s 12 already, but that’s a conversation for another day. She needs good friends and she needs a life outside of the Bangtan estate. She’s destined for great things, whatever they may be. Maybe it’s running the country, maybe it’s saving the rainforests, maybe it’s running a group of dangerous criminals. Whatever it is, it’s going to be great. Just like she is.

-Gus

Kit hardly noticed her eyes flooding but quickly blinked the tears away as she closed the book, meeting the unwavering eyes of Hitman. She moves to hand the journal back to the elder who simply shook his head. “It’s rightfully yours.” He said.

“What do you want from me.” Her voice cracked.

“I think by now you know I’m dying. I don’t have a lot of time left. And not nearly enough time to properly train any of these guys.” Kit looked around the room, quickly meeting the eyes of each of the 7 men.

“What does that have to do with me?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Jimin will be taking over.” This was a shock. Kit was sure she remembered their birth order and Jimin wasn’t nearly the eldest. A lot must’ve happened since she last saw Bangtan. “But, as much trust as I put in him, he’s not ready for this alone. You’re a stable, clear-minded, person. I want you to assist leading Bangtan.”

“Oh no, you have to be crazy.” Kit let out a loud laugh, shaking her head. “You’re fucking joking.” Her voice softened as his expression doesn’t change, still as stern as ever. She hopes he’s had a sudden bout of facial paralysis.

“I’m not one to joke.”

“Absolutely not. Thanks for the offer, I guess,” she scoffed, “but you must be brain dead if you think I’m going to do anything to help any of you.”

“I had a feeling you’d say something along those lines.” Hitman sighed, clearing his throat and with a little help from Jimin and Yoongi, he adjusts in the bed. “Your mother is still,” the man hums in thought, “worse for wear.”

“She’s dying. Don’t sugarcoat it. I’ve had more than enough time to become okay with the fact that my mom is dying.”

“I’m afraid I’m not at the same place.” He grumbles. “My point, though, is that there are many treatments available. Many highly skilled doctors all around the nation who are more than equipped to provide better care to Marianne.”

“She’s getting good care.” Kit finds herself tenser than she had been just a few minutes ago. “Are you not aware that my mother is a patient at the hospital I work at?”

“But it could be better. We both want her to get the best care possible.”

“You’re really trying to offer the possibility of my mother’s survival in exchange for me joining this...whatever this is?”

“And Oliver.”

“My brother is perfectly--”

“Don’t lie to me, Kit. My guys are well aware of your brother’s current lifestyle. He’s a consistent and high paying customer, as much as that hurts to say.”

“I don’t think it hurts you at all.” Hitman sighed in response to the quip, Kit wasn’t sure if it was from his physical pain or if he actually felt something thinking about her brother’s addiction.

“A bed at a highly reputable rehab can be easily arranged. Your mother, your brother, and yourself will all be made very comfortable in exchange for your help and cooperation.” A silence fills the room. Kit closes her eyes as she finally nods, not wanting to look at the man as she agreed, or at any of the 7 other men in the room watching her every move.

“Okay.” She whispered, knowing he wanted a verbal agreement, she was sure he probably had recordings going at all times. A nod means nothing. She knows this well.

“You’ve always been so very intelligent.” Kit opens her eyes to see a seemingly genuine smile on the bed-ridden man’s face.

It takes a mere 3 days before Kit really had to confront her new life. 3 days before it’s no longer just some information being thrown at her by Jimin and some of the other boys. 3 days and she answered her door to see Jimin standing on the welcome mat outside her apartment.

“What are you doing here?” Kit’s face was expressionless as she blinked, having just started to doze off in the middle of a show she was only moderately interested in.

“Bleeding and bruising, are you going to let me in or not?” Jimin huffed.

“Why are you bleeding and bruising?” Kit is now more awake than she thinks she had been all day as she moves aside, closing the door behind Jimin and locking it.

“Why didn’t you say your apartment was annoyingly close to Seventeen’s territory?” Jimin slumps down on the sofa, making Kit cringe at the thought of any blood staining the light grey fabric.

“Because I have no idea who that is, and if I did it probably wouldn’t have come up in conversation.” Kit crossed her arms before walking into her bathroom.

“I am one hundred percent sure I have mentioned those fucks to you at least a dozen times. They are our rival group. Do you even listen to me when I’m goin--”

“What injuries do you have.” She yelled out, cutting him off, as she grabbed a first aid kit and a couple of other supplies from around the bathroom.

“I don’t know! The painful kind that come from getting jumped.” Kit swore she could hear him rolling his eyes and staining her couch, but when she comes back into view he’s standing in the middle of her living room with his shirt off.

“Nevermind?” She hummed, looking at the ink on his torso.

“Wha-- oh. I forget I have that thing.”

“I would too.” She sets the box down on her coffee table. “Who gets ‘nevermind’ tattooed on them? And in that font?”

“I’m not here to discuss my tattoo choices.” Jimin scoffed.

“Why are you here? Why were you coming to my apartment that’s ‘annoyingly close to Seventeen’s territory’ anyway?”

“That’s not the point anymore so could yo-- fuck!” He nearly screamed. Kit was all too familiar with that scream.

“Don’t be a baby, I’m just cleaning the cuts.” She tutted.

“Well a little warning would be nice. Don’t you warn your patients?” Jimin grunted.

“You’re not a patient, you are an unwanted guest, a pest if you well. I don’t warn spiders before I kill them.”

“I have a hard time believing you kill spiders. You either coo at them or scream until they run away from you. If anyone is a baby here it’s-- you bitch!”

“You’re not a baby, you’re a pussy. I haven’t actually done anything, you’re lucky you don’t need stitches. I’m lucky you don’t need stitches.”

“Are you done yet?” He narrows his eyes at her.

“No other wounds?”

“No.” He rolled his eyes, reminding Kit of all the times her mother scolded her and insisted her eyes would get stuck if she kept doing it.

“Really? Cause I’m looking at a couple on your face right now.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Does it make me look badass?” A corner of his mouth quirked up.

“It makes it look like you got jumped trying to stalk my apartment.” She folded her arms over her chest and now it was her turn for an eye roll.

“You talk a lot of shit for a girl who almost had a panic attack looking at a gun.” Kit’s jaw tensed remembering how Jimin laughed at her just 36 hours ago when he brandished his weapon.

“You talk a lot of shit for a guy who nearly cried during Neosporin application. Let me get that one on your cheek.”

“Fine, but it’s not a big deal.” He ran his fingers through his thick dark locks, flinching for just a moment at the sudden jolt of pain from his shoulder.

“It could get infected or something.” She moved his face while holding his chin and looked over the cut. “Since when are you this tall?” She murmured as she shuffled closer.

“Shoes add an inch or so.” He shrugged, flinching slightly at the pressure on his cheek.

“No wonder you lost, you were wearing heels.” She joked.

“Who said I lost?” His eyes widen before a look of confusion paints his structured face.

“Are the others okay? Should som--”

“Don’t worry about them.” Jimin quieted her as she lowered her hand from his face, deciding that it’s thoroughly cleaned and coated with an antibiotic.

“My job consists of me worrying about other people's well being and trying to fix it.”

“They’re not good people. They deserve everything they got and more.” His face scrunched up at the thought of anyone, especially one of his own, trying to help a member of Seventeen.

Kit’s eyes widened with the realization of his words sinking in. “Do they know you came here? Do they know where I live? Are they going to--”

“Don’t stress yourself out. I’m not dumb, and I’m not going to let any harm come to you.” Jimin took her hands into his. Floods of memories of her when they were children come back, including the massive crush he had on the girl, now a fully formed and beautiful woman.

“Promise?” Kit’s voice is soft and almost pleading.

“Goddamn, you really are so innocent.” A breathy chuckle escaped full pink lips as he shakes his head at the girl, gazing into her bright eyes. The seriousness is evident on Kit’s face. “I promise.” He whispered, knowing she wouldn’t take anything else for an answer. “I promised you over a decade ago that I’d protect you. I keep my promises.”

“I should put this stuff back.” Kit sighed looking down at her coffee table, but she didn’t move. Jimin placed a hand to her cheek before moving to tangle his fingers in the thick curly strands of hair falling out of her ponytail.

“Jimin…” She muttered, meeting his unwavering gaze, his eyes filled with an emotion she couldn’t decipher before he closed his eyes. Her’s doing the same as his lips press gently against hers. His lips closed around her bottom lip when she doesn’t push him off. Kit savored the slight metallic taste that dances on his tongue with the bittersweet taste of some drink he must’ve had before he came over. Jimin let his other hand slip under her shirt to rest on her lower back, pulling her closer. He surprised himself, keeping the slow pace of the kiss, letting the moment last and lovingly linger. When they pull apart, Kit spoke again. “I don’t know if that was a good idea.” Kit didn’t look at him, instead, taking more interest in the pendants of his necklaces hanging between toned pectorals.

“There are hardly ever good ideas. Some are just better than others.” He placed his hands on her cheeks and made her look at him.

“Didn’t know you were such a philosopher.” She bit her lip to keep from smiling.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, kitten.” He said using his childhood nickname for her though it seemed more intimate now at 23 than it did when she was 7. This was real. She was really back with Bangtan and everything it entailed.

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End of Part One. I hope you liked this. I’m planning on 6 parts as of right now. I have 3.5 done so I’m not 100% sure. Thanks for reading!

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sirenasinsib · 4 years

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Spider

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WOW I havent posted in a while, been working on my own stuff but here is some personal works. Expecet to see alot of content of Spider and Viper. Ive been playing a ton of Titanfall so im in that mood rigt now.

Fandom: Titanfall

Relatonship: Viper/OC Character

Warnings: Very long clocking in around 3260 Words! Explict language, canon violence, mutual pinging, build to relationship, and smut at the end!

He really didn't see why the ship was built to have a limited number of dorms. It was hard to find a spot and claim it as yours when it's already six members and their Titan, but the recent addition made it just a bit harder.

Spider, he was told, was to be dorming with him. Sloane and Ash were already in one room as was Ritcher and Kane, and he preferred to not have one of the other two males to be dorming with him, he saw how messy they kept theirs. Blisk's room was of course off limits. They were just about to take off when he heard a knock on the door before it slid open. Spider was there with only 2 duffle bags. She walked in quietly looking around the room.

The "kitchen" was towards the front of the room, right beside the entrance, a couch and TV opposite of it. Towards the back were two beds in opposite corners and lockers on both sides. The left side was noticeable more used with the bed sheets being almost completely off the bed, an extra locker that was slightly open due to the amount of tech it was holding. She took to the right side. Placing her duffle bags on the bed. Viper didn't focus on her as she moved around. He would have to just get used to another person in the room.

It was actually quite easy getting used to another person in the same room as him. The first week she slept with most of her gear on. The second week he noticed she would get up very early, earlier than Ash even, he didn't know where she went at the time, too busy trying to get more sleep before the day started. Hawk, his titan, told him later where Spider went. Often she went to the Titan hanger bay and got into her own Titan, JD.

She appears to be under stress. JD has stated that they are not used to working with others. He also stated that she fears word of her being with the Apex Predators might get out and someone from her past may try to capture her.

Hawk spoke into the link as he worked on one of her thrusters.

Is she that valuable of a member if she needs protection?

You were only a Predator if you had the skills. Needing protection meant you were weak.

Calculations suggest a 78% better performance in missions with the assistance of a Monarch Titan and Pilot. It is also easier to be assisted, that is a possible reason why they joined instead of remaining in hiding. They were on low ammo and power, yet we’re able to steal just enough from both Militia and IMC units without being caught.

It was one of their first real big missions after joining. They were to defend a couple of units going in to steal information and escort them out and to extraction. Spider had JD watch the back as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop calling out as well as distracting.

“Would be nice if I got some help! Got a Legion hiding with an Ion!”

Kane yelled over the comms. Viper was on the far side of the complex and was dealing with his own Titan, same with the others when he heard Spider speak up.

“On the way, can you distract them?”

“I’m in a fucking Scorch you bug! What do you think?!”

He spotted JD quickly running to the back of the area, halting slightly he guessed to pick up Spider before he started to hear the faint rattle of an electric charged XO-16.

“Enemy shields down! Kane?!”

He heard Kane laughing along with the roar of a Flame core activating and the sound of a Titan exploding.

“Enemy Legion down.”

Kane’s Titan spoke. Spider had to back up from a placement of Anti-Rodeo smoke when the Ion charged out with a vengeance. The monarch shot a few rockets and even an energy siphon before charging against the Ion. Then the radio filled with a hatch opening and a loud Metallic BAM.

“Systems restored. Enemy pilot down.”

JD spoke. They had executed a Titan, and stole its battery. That was smart and ballsy Viper thought.

“Both teams got the data! Time to go!”

Blisk yelled into the comms, the roar of his Predator Cannon in the background. Viper dashed to the location of his team to defend as the others followed suit. Ash, Spider, and Kane made it back to his location while Blisk, Sloane, and Ritcher made it to their spot. Viper took to the skies, circling the group as Kane to the front and the other two took to a side. They would have a long walk to evacuation as they kept the enemy off their back and made sure that the ground troops stayed together.

It was a long walk getting to extraction. They had to stop twice to make sure that they weren't followed and to give the ground troops rest since they didn't have a Titan. It was dark when they did their second stop deciding to rest a little before getting the last few miles in and getting off the planet.

"Spider, Viper, you're on first watch. Sloane, Ash, you’re next, one hour."

Blisk told them before finding a spot for his Titan to hunker down and both of them rest. Spider and Viper walked a bit away from the group before they found a spot. Spider hopped out of the Titan onto its hand as it lifted her up to the top of its chassis. She had a DMR in one hand with a ration bar in the other. Viper decided it would be a good time to eat as well.

They sat in silence save for the whir of both Titans. Occasionally Spider would grab her DMR and look into the forest, he didn't see why, the titans would pick up on anyone approaching faster than they would, unless it was cloaked units but he didn't say anything. The hour passed uneventfully and Ash and Solane soon came to take their spot. Spider got back into her Titan as Viper moved Hawk to a spot and the other pair went to their own.

"Viper? Can I ask you a favor?"

He turned from the blueprints for Hawk. Spider had grown more easy to get use to, she talked more. Sparred with the rest a few times. She seemed unsure right now.

He spoke "Depends."

"My arm, I need another hand or set of hands to fix the connections and make sure the rotators aren't getting any build up or are worn down."

He was surprised to find her asking for help, he seen the way she reacted to others touching it when not fighting.

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think you were capable, and I trust you a helluva lot more than the rest of the lot."

"Really, not very smart."

She gave a snort. "I seen the work you put on your Titan, as soon as you get this you're gonna do the same, besides, why purposely mess it up when I'm the one that keeps everyone's backs cleared."

It was quiet for a moment.

"Fine. Blueprints?"

She tossed a small flash drive to his hands as she turned her focus to getting her arm off. He saw out of the corner of his eye, she pressed a button before twisting and pulling off the arm and placed it on the desk before turning

"I'm going to get cleaned up, you know how to find me."

They were sparing. He would never admit it out loud but she was one of the hardest predators to fight against. Sloane had a pattern, Ash wasn't fluid, Kane was easy to get dizzy, Ritcher you just let him do all the hard work of runnin around, Blisk favored his right side, but Spider? She dodged another lock, ducking quickly and she slid up right beside him, their gear rubbing against each other before she backed up from another swing.

She was fast, graceful, and really fucking hard to hit. He had one more trick. He turned around and charged her, she sidestepped, just like he thought she would and quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her with and using his momentum to flip them as they landed on the ground. He placed his fist above her neck as the other held her arm.

“I won.”

She gave a quiet laugh before tapping her non trapped hand on his side, where the armor was weaker.

“More like a stalemate. Besides. . .”

He gave a small head tilt before suddenly her legs pushed against him, flipping him above her head. He let go of her arm, trying to stop himself from flipping. She quickly rounded and got above him, trapping both hands in her metal one as she placed her weight on his thighs, keeping from him lifting his legs to do the same.

“I won now.”

Ok so he may or may not be pinning for the skilled sniper sleeping in the same room as him, who can beat him in hand to hand combat, does not intrude into his space, while also being a helpful hand when it comes to modding Hawk, and she looks good. Viper gave a quiet groan at his thoughts as he let the water wash his sins off the wall before he turned off the water. Drying most of his hair before wrapping the towel around his shoulders and pulling on a pair of boxers. He stepped into the room he shared the person of his thoughts with. Spider was distracted, she had taken her DMR apart and cleaned it again. The jump to their next contracts always left her on edge. “How many times have you taken that apart now?” He asked as he pulled on his pilot gear. “In total or while you were in the shower?” She was being funny, noticing he was in there longer than usual. He shook his head but grinned.

“Ha ha very funny.”

“Huh really, am I getting better at jokes? But in reality probably not a good idea to use a lot of hot water, you know how the boss and Kane get when they cant basically melt their skin off. There are other ways to relax.” His brain short circuit, did she really mean?-No that's just his thoughts, Spider didn't seem like the type to get attached to coworkers, or offer to be a fuck buddy. He didn’t turn around to face her, rather not look at her and see if she was being serious, the mission wouldn't go right then. “Yeah I know it's called sleep.”

“Thats- “Five mins till we get to the drop, get your asses to your Titans!” Blisked yelled into the comms. Spider didn’t get a chance to finish what she was gonna say as Viper grabbed his weapons and the rest of his gear and rushed out the door, she followed suit.

He didn’t understand why he was sent on a solo mission, but he was told to for some reason, he guessed it was the fact no one knew his face, so he had to. He was ready to get back to being on the ship and rather deal with his personal issue then do another solo mission, he missed the small comfort of being assisted should things go south.

He walked into the room quietly, it being late on the ship, and set down his duffel bag. The room looked mostly the same, another Sniper had been added to Spider’s desk, while a few Titan parts were placed on his, most likely due to Spider, she often found bits he was needing to get. Her bed was surprisingly empty seeing how she wasn’t in the hanger and he saw no one in the training room when he passed by.

He looked to his bed, ready to sleep in his gear and deal with the pain later when he saw something in it. Spider was under the covers, wearing one of his shirts surprisingly and hugging his pillow. He turned not sure how to deal with her and decided to change. He heard the bed creak slightly as he changed and glanced back seeing Spider sit up.

“Sorry I didn’t know you were back and I- the room felt different- I had problems sleeping and . . .”

She rambled before stopping, looking down and fiddled with the blanket before placing her hands beside her to get up.

“I’ll get out of your way.”

“Spider.”

She paused and slowly looked up. He was close now, having changed.

“If you want . . . you can stay.”

He didn’t want to admit but sleeping sucked when he was alone on the mission, the room felt barren without her. He missed her presence in general.

“Oh-ok”

She went towards the wall of the bed, grabbing her pillow and placing his back in the process as he got in. She hugged the wall as he faced the outside and he could feel her tension and it got on his nerves. He flipped over after sometime and placed a hand on her waist and held her.

“Relax.”

She took a deep breath calming herself before the two slowly drifted to sleep. They woke up with her head tucked under his chin and her own arms wrapped around his waist. They didn't speak about sleeping together, but they didn't stop either. He didn't know what to call whatever they had, sleeping together but not actually sleeping together.

She was on a solo mission now. They needed someone who could go in and get close to the target without drawing attention. She volunteered actually. Pointing out that she still wasn't known as a Predator, and was an assassin before joining them. She got back two weeks later and immediately went to the med bay. The mission was successful but she had taken a few bullets, thankfully not in severe locations, removing glass shards, and trying to fix her arm.

She was in a foul mood and no one bothered her, well except him of course. He had snatched her gear, arm and helmet mainly, the visor was cracked, as he set out to fix the two as she recovered. Once released from the med bay she was to rest and given a few more weeks for the nanites to do their job.

He bothered her by watching movies, Top Gun and Edge of Tomorrow at least twice. Once healed she immediately went back to training, prepping her body after not having done so while healing. He joined her, bored out of his mind.

"-nd I snapped his arm in half."

She was talking about the mission as they spared. He stayed quiet letting her sort of vent before he blocked a swing from her.

"Taught the ass to don't even think about touching someone without asking."

She spoke of someone following her, harassing her, while on the mission. She had gotten somewhere quiet and out of view before she attacked him after he touched her. While he was pissed that someone touched her, the fact that she broke his arm made him satisfied. He gave a groan hearing what sounded like metal on metal.

His head was pounding yet he didn't even drink that much the night before. Spider was trying to be quiet, whipping up some food their bodies could handle while being slightly hungover. Eventually the noises stopped and he could tell lights were turned off. Cracking one eye open just a bit to see Spider in the kitchen eating whatever she made quietly, lost in her thoughts.

She was wearing one of his shirts again, he could see her shorts under the edge of his shirt but just barely. He looked away in his own thoughts before his eyes flicked back to her when she started moving. Bringing a bottle of water, medicine, and some food.

"Are you always looking out for everyone?"

She hummed a bit as he sat up before speaking.

"Guess it's just in my nature."

He gave a soft grunt as he was pushed onto the bed. Spider was quick to straddle him. She leaned down quickly, capturing his lips with hers and kissed hard. He kissed back just as hard as his hands grabbed her waist and head. He’s not sure how the make out session started. They were sparring again when it just got a little heated. OK more than a little, Spider had gained the upper hand and straddled his waist when he let out a tiny choked moan. She halted slightly, surprised by the noise before she moved but it felt like she purposely dragged her weight onto him more. Then they were hurrying back to their room, their gear quickly stripped away.

He was brought back to the present when Spider slowly kissed down his chest, her thumb flicking over a hardening nipple before kissing above his navel. She then tugged on his briefs, getting him to lift his hips as she pulled them off. Her hands felt along his thighs as she breathed over his cock. Slowly she gave the head a tiny kiss before giving a long lick on the underside. His breath was shaky but when she enveloped him with her mouth he let out a moan, his hands covering his face as she slowly bobbed up and down. Stopping at times to flatten her tongue on his head.

"Fuck." He groaned out.

Spider hummed, watching his reaction through her eyelashes. She continued before he started to pant harder, his hips slowly thrusting.

"Fuck-Spider-Ah!"

She quickly pulled off, her hand squeezing the base almost painfully keeping him for cumming. Slowly did he come from that high and she started to pump again. She crawled into his lap as she kept the slow pace, her other hand going to her cilt and rubbed lightly before slowly sliding a finger in. She matched her pumps, her finger sliding in as her hand went down. She continued even as she added a second and third. Once she felt stretched did she stop.

Viper's hands went to her waist as she held him and slowly slid down a tiny moan coming out as she bottomed out. Then she rose and slid back down, her pace slow. His hands gripping her waist tight. She leaned down quickly kissing him as a hand went into his hair as the other braced near his head, his own hands moving, one to her hair, the other to the small of her back.

The kisses were slow and sloppy, quiet pants came out between the kisses before Spider slowly increased her pace. They broke the kiss, letting their foreheads rest together. Quiet words spoken as the pleasure rose.

"Nnnn-Viper-ah-Viper!"

"Fu-ck-Spider!"

They came with a shout. Spider giving a few thrust before slamming down hard and stilling. Small shakes went through their bodies as they breathed. Spider made a quiet whine as she pulled off him, feeling slick dribble out onto them both. She ran her hand through his hair slowly before giving a quiet grunt.

"We need a shower."

"Is that an offer for round 2?"

He said with a grin causing a quiet laugh to escape her.

"Only if you promise to help clean up the mess."

"Deal."

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lavellens · 5 years

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about my oc:

Tagged by @rebelvakarian, thank u rebel ilysm!!!♥♥♥♥

I decided to do this about one of my Inquisitors, Vesryn! (cause i love him so much like??? my son.)

I’ll be tagging: @liveinthehills @themalkavians @trvelyans @lavellane @elfgremlin @drthamen @trash-effect and whoever else wants to (& pls tag me cause i would love to read about your bbs uwu)

(I decided to gif this one clip that ive had sitting in a folder for like...months lol)

GENERAL

Name: Vesryn Pavus

Alias(es): Era’Harel, Inquisitor, Trouble (Varric)

Gender: Male

Age: 29 at the start of Inquisition, 30 by the end. 32 in Trespasser. (Born 9:12 Dragon)

Place of birth: The Free Marches

Spoken languages: Common tongue, Orlesian, knows small Elvish phrases, learning Tevene.

Sexual orientation: Gay

All Occupations: Hunter in Clan Lavellan until he fled at 18. Notorious assassin based in Orlais pre-Inquisition, and Inquisitor up until disbanding. Currently a figure in the Lucerni to aid in redeeming Tevinter.

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Pale green

Hair color: White

Height: 5′10″

Scars: knife wound (cheek), various small scars from years of combat.

Burns: Small burn on his upper back from when a mage caught him unaware at his flank.

Overweight: No

Underweight: No

FAVORITE

Color: He’s naturally drawn to dark colors, since he spent so much of his life lurking and slipping through the shadows as an assassin. for literally eight years of his life yall. He especially likes the color of the sky on a clear night, completely midnight black. He’s spent many evenings out on his balcony to find some comfort looking at the stars. It made him feel grounded amidst so much chaos.

Hair color: Much like his favorite colors, he’s inclined toward darker shades, like black or dark brown. (shocker that he noticed Dorian, huh)

Eye color: He doesn’t have a specific preference, but bright, striking eyes do stand out to him, as they would to anyone else.

Music genre: He enjoys ballroom music and the sound of harps. He warmed up a lot toward tavern songs after becoming Inquisitor, though. His memories of Herald’s Rest and Maryden’s voice are always a source of comfort... and nostalgia.

Movie genre: N/A

TV show: N/A

Food: Vesryn loves sweet foods! If there are desserts in Skyhold’s kitchens, you’d better believe he’s going to eat more than he probably should and take a stash up to his quarters for later. If there are a few icing smudges or crumbs on official documents, well... His time in Orlais gave him a much more distinguished palette than what he had with the Dalish, and he’s now a bit of a picky eater because of it. He’ll eat anything if the situation calls for it though, like if he’s venturing away from Skyhold for extended periods. But if anyone knows Vesryn well, they’ll remember to pack extra spices for their dinners at camp (unless you’re okay with hearing at least one snarky comment about blandness).

Butter soup, Fereldan-style stew, any well seasoned meat, cookies, small pastries, sponge cakes, etc

Drink: Naturally, he drinks a lot of water since that’s easiest to come by on the road. He also likes a nice cup of hot tea in the evenings to settle himself before trying to get some semblance of rest. Alcohol wise, he tends to stay away from ale and mead. He mainly drinks wine, preferably the sweeter variety, like Dandelion wine.

Book: He’s not much of a reader, but at the very least, he’ll browse through historical accounts or research certain subjects if he feels he needs to be further educated to better fill his role. He doesn’t want to be at the brunt of political decisions with no former knowledge to go off of. (but then he goes and does things like publicly assassinating Florianne, sigh)

HAVE THEY

Passed University: N/A

Had sex: Oh, yes.

Had sex in public: Yes

Gotten pregnant (themselves or a partner): Nope

Kissed a boy: Yes

Kissed a girl: Once

Gotten tattoos: No

Gotten piercings: No

Had a broken heart: Yes, though it wasn’t severe.

Been in love: Yes

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes, many, many times. His anxieties kept him awake at times, or brooding over past decisions that could have played out differently if he had just done this or that. He was also often called upon by his advisors to discuss important matters, and these discussions would often go late into the night. He also had to settle small disputes sometimes. Who says the Inquisitor needs sleep?

ARE THEY

A virgin: No

A cuddler: Not often

A kisser: Yes

Scared easily: nah, it takes a lot to actually make him squirm. One of the biggest things he was afraid of was allowing himself to fall in love, since he doesn’t trust easily.

Jealous easily: He would have you believe that he isn’t, but deep down, he is. This shocked him, because he had never felt attached enough to anyone to the point where jealousy would even begin to cross his mind. A son of a noble family in Orlais had hired the famous masked “Era’Harel” many times to take out his family’s rivals one by one, and Ves had felt comfortable around him. But the noble showed his true colors early enough that Ves never allowed himself to fully fall. (that whole story is too long for me to fit here)

With Dorian, though... Whenever he would see someone speaking to Dorian suggestively, he didn’t understand what that unpleasant twisting in his gut was, until he did. And man if that wasn’t an oh shit moment for him, whew.

Trustworthy: If he likes you. Just kidding. Sort of. He’s very manipulative, so if he needs to make someone believe that he’s trustworthy, he will. But he is genuinely very trustworthy toward his comrades. He only deceives crude, all around evil people nowadays as political maneuvers. (Turns out, there are a lot of those in Tevinter)

Dominant: Before becoming Inquisitor, I wouldn’t say he was docile or shy, but he generally kept to himself. If the need arose, he would definitely stand up for himself/fight if necessary, but he preferred to avoid attention. Becoming Inquisitor forced him to change in a lot of ways; it forced him out of his shell since he had to become a leader, for one. (and it also made him a lot kinder, yay friendship) He became a lot more of a dominant personality over the course of Inquisition, and being most in control is now where he’s most comfy.

Submissive: Nowadays, only in bed. ;p

In love: Yes

Single: No

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: Not intentionally, no. He did seriously contemplate amputating his arm himself during Trespasser because the pain was so excruciating, though.

Thought of suicide: He’s had some lows, but never contemplated ending his life. (he’s got a very, very strong will to survive/push through)

Attempted suicide: No

Wanted to kill someone: Uh..yes. And Pre-Inquisition Vesryn would probably kill them.

Ridden a horse: Yes! He prefers riding harts, though.

Have/had a job: Hunter, Assassin, Inquisitor, figure in the Lucerni ive said this already i know lol

Have any fears: Falling in love, regret.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): None that he knows of.

Parents: Both died when he was very young, doesn’t really remember them. He was mainly “raised” by the Dalish, but he didn’t enjoy the lifestyle and generally stuck to himself before abandoning the Clan.

Children: None.

Pets: He’s never thought much about adopting/caring for his own animals, besides his mount. There was this one chunky cat that would often times raid Skyhold’s pantries, and she would follow Vesryn up to his quarters most of the time. He didn’t really think he cared about her until he realized that he was leaving his doors cracked so she could come and go as she pleased. He named her Chérie, which he’d affectionately been calling her for awhile. Needless to say, he took her to Tevinter.

#chérie means sweetheart/darling in french #and orlesian is just like french so im going out on a limb here lol #anyway THANK U AGAIN FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS REBEL <333 #it was so fun i love talking about my ocs :'-)#ch: vesryn

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One Piece Fanfiction

Zoro Roronoa x Nila Faurgard (OC)

A/N: this is just part one of I don't know how many.

Nila heaved in and out trying to control her rushing heart but the pain of her missing arm was too much. Her head was buzzing. Blood and dirt blurred her vision. She stumbled from tree to tree trying to get away from that maniac but all she could muster was keeling over on her knees, begging for her father to return. How could he leave her? How could he look her in the eye and order Fro to keep going? Her own father threw her to the sharks.

She didn't know what island she was on and the sea prism cuffs were cutting off her fruit powers. She had no way to defend herself. She let herself become too confident against a warlord but this time Ace nor her father were here to save her. He was right. She was too weak. Too stupid and arogant. And now she was going to die.

Nila made it towards edge of the forest. Her head was burning hot and she was caughing out blood, she was weaving in and out of consciousness. She suspected she had a few broken ribs.

She stumbled closer to the clearing of the shore and toppled over when her legs couldn't hold her up. The ghost of her right arm was in defeaning pain and she was slipping more and more in to unconsciousness. She was closer to giving up than ever before.

Fuck you father. I'll kill you. Her eyes rolled back and she fell on her face.

"Oi, Sanji. Is that a girl crawling towards us?"

Nila heard the voice and looked up to find a couple of figures running towards her bombarding her with questions. Her vision was too blurry to tell how many or who it was. But she didn't care. Worst case scenerio they would finish off what Doflamingo started.

"H-Help m-me." She managed to whisper and passed out.

Her saviors were Sanji, Nami, Franky, and Usopp from the Strawhat Pirates. They had just landed on that island expecting to find some resources.

They approached her carefully, Nami calling for the girl to be okay. She didn't know what to do but she knew they couldn't just leave this half dead girl in an island that had just been invaded by Navy. She probably was their victim. She turned to the boys. "Let's take her to Sunny." She turned to Franky to ask him to pick her up but he was already kneeling. "Do you think she was the one the Navy was here for?" He asked.

"I don't know. But..."

"She is dieing. The Navy just left." Sanji finished.

Usopp protested, jumping back from Franky and the girl. "Eh. Wait wait, what if she's one of those navy soldiers? This could be a trap!"

Sanji brushed Nila's blood plastered hair to the side and thought for a second. He noticed she was a beautiful girl so his concern for her multiplied incredibly. "She's harmless." He cooed making the others roll their eyes.

Franky picked her up carefully and ran with her to Sunny. She was losing so much blood. Her hand dropped from Franky's arm and Nami saw the sea prism cuff. "I don't think she is with the Navy." She said pointing out her wrist.

Noone said anything until they got back on the ship and presented her to Chopper. "Ehhh!!! Who is she?" He asked. He hurried to get the room ready for her. Her breathing was already getting low.

"We found her in the forest by the abandoned city. Can you save her?" Nami was concerned.

Luffy and the others were already running back to the ship as soon as Nami called Zoro and Robin.

Of course, Luffy asked about the mysterious girl as he was trying to butt into the room but Chopper held a strict no coming in policy while he worked on her.

While they waited for a few hours outside the room, Chopper worked on Nila nonstop. He didn't have an arm to reattach so he cleaned her wound and sewed it. She had lost an incredible amount of blood it was surprising that she was still alive but it was a good thing, there was someone else from the crew with the same blood type.

Chopper used his transponder to call for Zoro. He was relunctant but he complied when Nami persuaded him with a few head slaps. He didn't know this woman so he grumbled all the way into the room.

"Thank you." Chopper smiled. "She will thank you I'm sure." He pointed at the girl in the bed and Zoro's face went pale.

He knew this girl. She's alive! Just barely but with his help she would be okay.

Zoro grimaced and held his arm out for chopper. "Can she be saved?" The worry in his tone was subtle but Chopper caught onto it.

Chopper prepped Zoro's arm and nodded. "Zoro, you know her?"

Zoro watched her carefully. Her face was scrunched in pain and the blood was still over her eyes but he nodded. "Her name is Nila Faurgard. She's a pirate. I thought she was dead."

Chopper attached him to the IV and made sure he was okay before going out an conveying this news to the rest of the crew.

The last name Faurgard rang a few bells among a couple of the older members. "Faurgard used to be the name of the warlord from twenty years ago." Robin pointed out.

"Yes I remember." Brook laughed not out of hilarity. "He was a cruel warlord. He killed a bunch of Navy men because the Navy didn't let him kill some civilians that went against his order. He's a terrible man." He added shaking his head.

"And the girl in there is his daughter?" Nami asked. Her concern wasn't for their safety but for Nila's.

"I told you she could be dangerous!" Usopp didn't waste a second to freak out about her.

"She's not dangerous." Franky butted in. He had his eyes closed and was shaking his head. "She is always running away from her father. She used to come to water 7 and ask for help but noone wanted to fight Nero. After a while she never returned. We assumed the poor child was dead. There was a rumor that her father turned her brother in to the Navy to prove a point to her."

"Not even the Navy want to touch her." Brook added. "Nero Faurgard has become a nuisance more than a threat."

"Zoro seems to care." Chopper pointed out. "He seemed 'worked up' when he saw her."

The others said nothing. It wasn't odd to see Zoro worried about someone, specially his friends, but it was always intimidating. He almost always was going to fight someone but Nila had run the Navy off this island.

After a few hours the crew dispersed and went back to sea. No further words had been exchanged about Nila but she was on everyone's mind. Just how powerful is she? Would her father attack them to get her back? Does she really not have an arm?

Nila was still unconcious three days later. Chopper, under Zoro's watch, kept an eye on her arm for infections. Zoro didn't want to be there when she woke up and so spent most of his day guarding her room from the outside. He wanted to make sure that she wouldn't attack them. The only people who were allowed go in the room would be Chopper, Sanji, and Nami.

Three more days passed and she was no longer in peril but she had a high fever and had yet to wake up. In the middle of the night, she began to shake and talk loudly in her sleep that it woke up Zoro from his nap. He went in, not wanting to wake an exhausted Chopper, and changed her bandages. That calmed her down a bit.

He replaced the towel on her forehead and dried her face off from the sweat. Zoro looked at her face a little longer than usual. He had never done this but if he had just taken the time to really pay attention he would have seen this woman. The one who wanted to get away from her life. He could have seen the strength in her heart.

He noticed all the scars he had left her throughout their many encounters. The scar on her left cheek was barely visible now and the one above her left eye was really light. He remembers the fights where he gave those to her.

Now that she was with them, she felt responsible for her. She had asked him to save her multiple times and all he did was try to turn her away. He clenched his teeth becoming frustrated with himself. He shouldn't be feeling so guilty.

He didn't understnad why it was affecting him so much but she was alive. He should have believed Nila all those years ago.

Nila grumbled in her sleep before her eyes fluttered slowly. She opened them. She was in the dark, confused and dazed. A dim candle stood on the stand beside her, poorly lighting the man that sat there. She stood up too quickly once she realized who it was and fell over the bed in trying to use her non exitant arm.

"Faurgard! Don't move." Zoro scorned. He picked her up, holding her carefully even though he was irriated with her and the feelings she provoked in him.

"Let go of me...Roronoa." She managed to say between heaves of breath. She still wasn't good. Her head was killing her and her arm opened again sending a throbbing pulse through her shoulder. She bit her tongue to stop her whimpers. Zoro was a pirate hunter as far as she knew, even if he hadn't caught her before, he didn't help.

"Let me..."

"Oi, Zoro what are you doing to my patient!?" Chopper bellowed. He had heard the commotion and immediately ran down to look. He wasn't pleased finding Nila in his arms, half dazed with blood soaking through the bandaids.

"She fell." He threw her on the bed. This time not careful. "Take care of her." He humphed on his way out. He took his seat guarding the door again.

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choicesfanatic86 · 6 years

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TTS: Part 32 (Liam x MC)

DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except characters unique to my story. Those belong to me. ;)

PAIRINGS: Riley (MC) x OC, Riley (MC) x Liam, Liam x Riley (MC) x OC, Olivia x Drake, Bertrand x Savannah, Maxwell x OC

SUMMARY: She needed to get better and healthier so that her little lima bean could grow big and strong. <3

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5/18/18 - Sorry for the delay in this part. <3 Thank you for being patient. Updates will probably be more frequent this weekend. Thank you for all of your reviews!

PART 32 - Lima Bean

The full weight of the situation started to take over. Pregnant. Huh. She hadn’t thought of that. Of everything she thought could be causing her symptoms, pregnancy hadn’t even shown up on her radar. Riley started to feel rather foolish. How did she not know her own body? She hadn’t noticed the changes that were surely taking place inside of her. Yes, she was tired all the time, but she had just gone through a terrible breakup and work had become increasingly busy. How could it not have been a red flag that there was something more going on? The tiredness, the loss of appetite, the lightheadedness . . . all of that were telltale signs of pregnancy. She started to feel overwhelmed. A few tears cascaded down her cheeks. She hadn’t even realized she was about to cry. A baby. God, she didn’t know the first thing about babies. She didn’t have any friends with children, and being an only child herself, she never really experienced the whole looking after a baby thing. She had always wanted children. She had figured that being a mother was always a part of the bigger plan for her future. She just never expected it to be this soon . . . or under these circumstances. God, could she even handle this alone? She couldn’t tell Liam . . . not in the current state of their non-existent relationship. She hadn’t spoken to him since their blowout, and she doubted he’d want to hear from her now. It was one thing to indirectly ask Andy about her, it was completely different for her to call him out of the blue and spring the pregnancy news on him. Maybe he wouldn’t even believe her. His faith in her had certainly waivered after everything that happened with Paul.

She sighed heavily, looking at her still-flat stomach. Big changes were certainly on the way, and with or without Liam knowing, she was going to have to suck it up and accept everything that was about to come her way. Sometimes life was a bit tricky like that. It gives you what you want most at the most inopportune time. When she had envisioned a future with Liam . . . before the horrific night of the Coronation Ball . . . before he had married Madeline . . . she had pictured them with a palace full of children running around. She had wanted a family. Being an only child was lonely, and she always imagined having at least three children so that they could grow up with one another and take care of one another. She had wanted that with him. But of course, after everything that happened the dreams she had formulated in her head disappeared and she had resigned herself that she’d just have to picture a new future with someone else. Surprise! Fate had other plans.

A light tapping on the hospital room door pulled her from her thoughts. A tall woman, a little older than Riley, walked in as she struggled to push a cart with a large monitor attached to it. She also juggled a thin chart in her other hand. She brushed the hair out of her face, her eyes wandering over Riley.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Roderick,” she said smiled lightly. “I hear we’re expecting,” she said quietly.

“Hi,” she whispered, nodding a bit nervously. She didn’t know what to expect with this consultation. She was still getting accustomed to the idea of being pregnant. This was actually happening. She wasn’t even entirely sure about how she should feel about things; the idea of being pregnant felt so foreign . . . she was having a bit of difficulty wrapping her head around all of it.

“So, as you know, Dr. Diaz had some concerns about your health. I’m glad he went the extra mile and did all that blood work because now we have a better idea of what’s going on. Your hCG levels are high, which is a great sign. That means the pregnancy is progressing well. But, some of your other levels worry me,” she frowned scanning her chart. “You’re anemic, which is a big concern because that means you’re not producing enough red blood cells. It doesn’t help that you’re underweight. That, along with the fall yesterday, could mean some pretty serious issues for your pregnancy,” she said nervously. “Have you had any cramping? Any unusual sensations?”

Riley shook her head. She started to feel overwhelmed. She wished she didn’t have to do this by herself. “No, but my leg really hurts . . . nothing else is bothering me. In fact, I feel a little better today,” she murmured.

“That’s the IV fluids we’re giving you. Your body was really run down, and needed the extra boost to get your body kick started again. I’m glad to hear the fluids are helping,” she smiled. “Dr. Diaz notated here that you’ve been experiencing some spells of lightheadedness?” she mentioned, changing the subject.

“Yes, I think that’s why I fell. Actually, I know that’s why I fell. I felt a bit out of it and just couldn’t right myself again in time.”

Dr. Roderick nodded, jotting down everything that Riley said. “We need to do an ultrasound to make sure everything is okay with the baby,” she explained. “It’ll give us an idea of how far along you are, and if the trauma from the accident caused any sort of internal damage.”

Riley sucked in a breath. She hadn’t even thought of that. Here she was thinking about how busted up she was, she hadn’t even thought of the implications of all of this regarding the baby. A terrible wave of fear rushed over her. “Do you think that something could be wrong?”

Dr. Roderick busied herself setting up the ultrasound machine and monitor. “We won’t really know until we get some imaging of the baby,” she explained. “If you’d lost the pregnancy, I’d expect to see a lower hCG count.”

Riley sighed. “I’ve been thinking about things as I’ve been sitting here . . .and I wasn’t really taking the best care of myself . . . I didn’t know . . . about the baby,” she paused, feeling a bit ashamed that she’d let things get to such a point. “I drank a lot of energy drinks over the last couple of weeks . . . maybe had a bit of alcohol . . .”

Dr. Roderick nodded. “Yes, well unfortunately that’s definitely not good for a developing fetus,” she frowned. “It can lead to miscarriages, low birth rate, some developmental delays. The first trimester is crucial in the development of all the vital organs.”

Riley’s panic increased. “God, I feel so stupid,” she said sadly. Her mind shifted to something Dr. Diaz had mentioned this morning . . . about being a little worried about the scans they did on her. “I had a lot of x-rays done at the ER, and a CT scan. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Technically, you aren’t supposed to have those sorts of tests done when you’re pregnant,” she acknowledged. “In your situation, even if we didn’t know about the pregnancy, the necessity of the tests outweighed the risk. With a head injury and a likely fracture, we needed confirmation to figure out the best course of treatment. If I were in your shoes, I would have still had the imaging studies done,” she reassured her.

Riley could only nod, letting the information sink in. She couldn’t stop worrying now. Everything that happened over the last few weeks had led her here, and now . . . well, she didn’t know what was going to happen.

“This is a lot, I know. I wish I could tell you that things will get easier,” she smiled lightly. “Let’s do that ultrasound now, shall we?”

Riley nodded, her nerves started to get the better of her.

“Just a bit of gel over your abdomen okay?” Dr. Roderick motioned to the tube of jelly that she as about to squeeze onto Riley’s stomach.

Riley’s body shivered at the unexpected coolness. Dr. Roderick moved the wand around her abdomen going a bit lower beneath her belly button. She sucked in a breath, the anxiety working its way over her body. Dr. Roderick started intently at the monitor, continuing to move the wand all around. Riley couldn’t make out what she was looking for on the screen. It just looked like a black and white static-like image to her. Dr. Roderick paused, pushing the wand a bit more firmly into Riley’s belly. Her furrowed eyebrows and steely stare worried Riley. She knew that wasn’t a good sign. She hadn’t had a lot of experience with pregnancy or babies . . . none at all actually . . . but every TV show that had a pregnant lady getting an ultrasound showed a blob-like image on the screen and you could hear a whooshing sound in the background. None of that was happening here. Wasn’t that supposed to happen already? It’d been a month and a half since Cordonia, she had to at least nearly two months along.

“Is something wrong?” Riley asked, her voice just above a whisper. She felt so sick. She knew that something wasn’t right. She may not have gone through this before, but she was smart enough to realize that the doctor’s silence meant something was gravely amiss. She looked at the screen intently, not really knowing what to look for herself. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath, until Dr. Roderick placed a calming hand on her shoulder. “It’s not unusual to be unable to see the baby if you’re pretty early in your pregnancy,” she explained. “There’s another type of ultrasound that we’re going to have to do. It’s called a transvaginal ultrasound,” she explained, bringing out a thinner, longer wand from under the ultrasound cart.

“Oh,” Riley murmured understanding. “Okay,” she shrugged, just wanted to get things over with so she could make sure everything was alright with the baby. “That gets inserted . . .down there,” she asked looking at Dr. Roderick for confirmation, her eyes

“Yes,” Dr. Roderick nodded. “It looks a bit scary, but I promise you that it’s only just a little uncomfortable. Think of it like going for your annual gynecological exam,” Dr. Roderick reassured her.

She blushed. When had her life gotten so complicated? She hadn’t even heard of a transvaginal ultrasound until this moment, and quite honestly, she probably could have gone the rest of her life without needing to have one. But she needed it. She needed to know that the baby was okay.

Riley couldn’t help but think the worst. If they couldn’t find the baby this way, she had a faint idea of what that meant, and she was hoping it hadn’t come to that. Riley shifted her legs uncomfortably, her leg fracture making much movement difficult. As Dr. Roderick inserted the offending wand into her, all Riley could think of was that she was right. It was uncomfortable, but way worse than an annual gynecological exam. She cringed a little, but her eyes never left the monitor. As uncomfortable as it was, all Riley could think about was being able to see her baby. She hadn’t realized until that moment how much she had actually wanted this baby. All the fears she had this morning when she had first found out suddenly vanished and were replaced by a much bigger one . . . what if, in her lack of self-care, she’d cost her baby his or her life?

There was an unsettling silence in the room, and Riley could swear that she could hear her own heartbeat echoing loudly, thumping away nervously. She knew her anxiety was in high gear because she could feel her palms sweating and her limbs started to tingle. Finally, Dr. Roderick turned to her, and moved the screen closer to Riley so that she could see.

“There’s your baby,” she smiled lightly, her hand motioning to the center where a bean looking figure floated. “You see that right there?” she asked, pointing to a little fluttering movement. “That’s your little baby’s heartbeat,” she pointed out.

Riley’s mouth formed an awe-struck “o.” How crazy was that? That was her baby. Suddenly, all of her anxiety and nerves flew out of the window and were replaced by sheer joy. Her baby was okay. Her baby had a heartbeat. She felt like she was going to cry from the relief of it all. She’d been so tense and worried that she finally had a chance to revel in the sheer wonder of this special moment. “That’s amazing,” she murmured quietly. “He looks like a little lima bean,” she chuckled, her eyes never leaving the screen.

Dr. Roderick nodded in acknowledgement. “Do you have the date of your last period?” Dr. Roderick asked, clicking around and snapping images from the screen.

“Um, I haven’t really been keeping track,” she explained. “I was abroad, and then I came back. I had been swamped with work,” she trailed off.

“How about a date of conception? An estimated time frame of when you were sexually active?” Dr. Roderick questioned.

Riley blushed. There were so many questions . . . so much Dr. Roderick needed to know. The consequence of amazing, mind-blowing, heart-stopping sex was pregnancy, and with pregnancy came a whole slew of awkward questions that she wished she didn’t have to answer. She couldn’t exactly tell this doctor that she was pretty much on a sexual bender for over a week in Europe.

“Last week of April, first week of May,” she mumbled lightly, unable to make eye contact with Dr. Roderick. She was a grown woman, and still, the concept of discussing her sexual escapades with someone other than her friends gave her the heeby jeebies.

“Okay, she did a little bit of a mental calculation. I’d place you at about nine weeks,” she explained. “Maybe a little closer to ten, but we’ll stick with nine,” she explained.

“Wow, that far along,” Riley exhaled. That sounded about right. “How the heck did I not know?” She shook her head, displeased with herself again. She began to mentally scold herself for not eating better or getting enough sleep. All of that had contributed to her current predicament. She wasn’t just dealing with her life anymore. She had a whole other person to consider from here on out.

“It happens more often than you think,” she nodded, still doing some measurements on the screen. “You are measuring a little small, but with the malnutrition and the exhaustion, I’m not surprised,” she frowned. “I want to refer you to a high-risk obstetrician.”

“High-risk?” Riley squeaked out, a little in shock. “Why?”

“Everything looks okay right now, but like I said, you’re measuring a little smaller than expected, and I’d like someone who is more skilled with this sort of thing to keep track of the baby’s development. Your regular OB-GYN could probably handle this, but I’d feel better knowing someone is monitoring you a bit more closely. At least until you’re in a healthier state,” she added. “Taking care of your body is crucial right now is very important in this early stage,” she explained.

Riley was still focusing on the word high-risk. She’d just found out about this little lima bean and now she could possibly lose him? No. She wouldn’t let that happen. She’d follow every instruction; go see whoever they wanted her to see. Hell if she had to stay on bed rest, she’d do it. She wasn’t prepared at how attached she’d gotten in just the matter of a few short hours. She’d gone from feeling so surprised and unsure of everything to loving the little lima bean growing inside of her. It was funny how that had worked – how she’d become so willing to do everything in her power to protect her unborn child.

“I’ll get you set up with one of my colleagues . . . an appointment maybe in a week? I don’t see anything wrong with discharging you, but I want to do a different panel of blood tests. At least to get an idea of how your counts look. Okay?”

Riley nodded fervently. “Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it,” she said firmly.

“Good.” She smiled. “I’m going to send up some samples of some prenatal vitamins. You’re going to need to start taking those right away, iron pills daily, and you’re going to need to stay hydrated. The IV is giving you a lot of fluids, but you’re going to need a lot more water and juices to get stronger,” she smiled. “I’ll put some of the orders in, and hopefully you’ll be out of her by three this afternoon.”

“Thank you. Thanks a lot,” she smiled lightly.

“Until then, get lots of rest, and I’ll see you when it’s time for discharge,” she said quickly as she started to pack up the ultrasound machine as she left the room.

Riley barely had a moment to herself when she heard a small tapping from outside the door.

“Sorry,” the soft voice murmured. Alicia popped her head around the curtain. “They told me they were running more tests, and asked me to wait outside,” she explained. “Everything okay?” She asked. “I thought I saw an ultrasound machine?”

Riley blushed profusely. Was she ready to start telling people about the lima bean? Shouldn’t she tell Liam first? Was she going to tell Liam at all? She sighed, shaking the thought from her head. That was a worry for another day. Her first priority was getting stronger, and taking care of the little lima bean.

“Yes,” she sighed heavily. “Turns out, I had a bit of a surprise passenger aboard my uterus,” she chuckled, trying to make the uncomfortable situation a little less awkward.

“Oh?” Alicia looked at her in confusion. “OH!” she said a bit more surely, after a few moments. What Riley had been inferring suddenly clicked. “You’re pregnant?” She said, a smile playing on her lips.

“Apparently,” she nodded. “It explains a lot actually. Turns out I wasn’t a hot mess for no good reason,” she laughed. “The exhaustion, loss of appetite, all of that were just early pregnancy symptoms, I guess. I didn’t even piece it together. Still think it’s pretty crazy,” she said wistfully.

“Wow,” she murmured, taken aback by the news. “Did you want me to try and call Paul again? I mean, he should be here. I’m sure he’d want to know,” Alicia bit her lip nervously as she saw Riley’s face fall. “I’m sorry . . . I know that wasn’t my place,” she turned away from her, a bit flustered.

“Oh, this baby isn’t Paul’s,” she said a bit bashfully. “My ex-boyfriend . . . when I was in Europe . . .” she struggled to find the right words “ . . . we kind of rekindled something back in Europe, and I guess I came home with a souvenir,” she shrugged.

“Oh,” Alicia murmured, a bit embarrassed. “I just assumed . . . I’m going to shut up now,” her cheeks started to flush.

“It’s okay . . . it’s a long story, and I don’t really want to get into it right now,” she sighed. “I don’t want to think about anything beyond getting better and healthier so that this little lima bean can grow big and strong,” she smiled, her eyes wandering to stomach.

“Lima bean?” Alicia arched her eyebrows.

Riley shrugged. “I don’t know . . . the name just came to me when I saw his ultrasound picture,” she chuckled. “Thought it was fitting since he kind of looked like a lima bean,” she smiled warmly.

“Well, this is all pretty cool, Boss,” she smiled brightly. “You’re going to be an amazing mom . . . and you know what . . . after everything that’s happened, it’s nice that a blessing came from all of this chaos, huh?” She motioned to Riley’s banged up leg.

“It’s a miracle the baby survived the tumble come to think of it,” Riley sighed. “So much could have gone so wrong,” she said sadly. “Yet here we are,” she smiled again, this time her eyes glistened a little, she moved one of her hands to her stomach. “It still doesn’t feel real,” she admitted. She tried to sit herself up on the bed a bit more, her leg was starting to feel uncomfortable.

Alicia noticed the wince, and tried to help her adjust herself on the bed. “So, I think I’m going to crash at your place for a while. My roommate can spend a week or two by herself, and I can just hang out at your place until you get used to that thing,” she motioned to the immobilizer. “Plus, I’m sure things like cooking and getting around for appointments and stuff are going to be hard on you for a while,” she reasoned. “You’re going to need someone to help you around your apartment.”

“That’s very kind of you, but I can’t put you out like that. I mean, you’ve already done so much,” she motioned to the backpack slung across Alicia’s shoulder. “I don’t want you to feel obligated. I’ll manage,” she assured her.

“I don’t feel obligated. I want to help,” she smiled earnestly. “Plus, it will make me taking care of work issues easier, too. I can handle the consults and come back and run ideas with you. I don’t want you to worry about anything until you can get around again. I’ve got your covered.”

Riley looked at her gratefully. “Well, I guess I can’t refuse then,” Riley said thankfully. “Thank you . . . it means a lot.”

“So, when are we busting you out?” Alicia asked, slinging the backpack down to unpack her fresh clothes and toiletries.

“Not until around three they think. They want to do another blood panel and they’re going to send up some prenatal vitamins and iron pills.”

True to her word, Dr. Roderick had Riley’s discharge paperwork ready at two-forty five on the dot, and boy were there a lot of paperwork. Who knew that having a baby would involve so many pamphlets and fact sheets? The little lima bean wasn’t even out yet, and it looked like Riley would be kept pretty busy preparing herself on everything she was to expect during the pregnancy. The overwhelmed feeling she had earlier that morning had returned, but thankfully, she didn’t have to face all of this alone this time. Alicia was there to give her the encouragement needed to push forward and take things one step at a time.

When they arrived back at her apartment, all Riley wanted to do was sleep. Alicia encouraged her to get some rest, promising to return later that evening with some of her own clothes and essentials to get her by over the course of the next few weeks. Riley was a bit excited at the prospect of having a roommate again, albeit a temporary one. She was still happy that she wouldn’t have to spend another night alone in the apartment. Alicia had also promised that she’d swing by the pharmacy to pick up Riley’s prescriptions and look around for a few pregnancy essentials that her sister had sworn by when she was pregnant with her nephew. Riley couldn’t help but think how lucky she was to have Alicia to help her with all of this. She really didn’t know how she would have managed on her own. Getting around with a bum leg and crutches was not as easy as she had thought it would be. Her balance issues were further complicated by the perpetual woozy feeling that had returned with a vengeance. The woozy feeling made her head spin both literally and figuratively. It was almost as if she couldn’t catch a break. Pregnancy had not been kind to her thus far, and she had only hoped that the pamphlet she read on the ride home was right . . . it would end once she made it past the first trimester.

A little after Alicia had left, Riley tried to fall asleep, but just couldn’t get comfortable. Her mind couldn’t shut off, and she found herself suddenly feeling extremely nauseated. She wondered if it was from the concussion or if the lima bean was causing her stomach to go topsy turvy. It didn’t take long before the nauseated feeling turned into a full blown ‘I’m going to vomit’ feeling. She stumbled around her bedroom, trying to make it to the bathroom, but she failed miserably. She only made it to the hallway before her stomach had no choice but to empty itself right then and there. She braced herself on the wall, allowing the little contents of her stomach to pour out.

She had hoped that would be it, but a second wave of nausea followed, and she had been wise enough to awkwardly high-tail it into the bathroom, nearly missing the toilet, but making it nonetheless. This had to be purely psychological. She hadn’t felt nauseated at all over the last seven weeks, then suddenly, she learns she’s pregnant and morning sickness kicks in full effect. Her mind was playing tricks on her. That had to be it. She braced herself against the toilet and the sensation came over her again. There was nothing left in her stomach. She was dry heaving, bile burning her throat. It had taken a lot out of her. Having already been so weak from the exhaustion and loss of appetite, she felt even worse after her vomiting episode. She laid herself on the cold tile of her bathroom floor, unable to move. She just couldn’t bring herself to pull herself together. She looked around at the bathroom floor, the fact that she hadn’t cleaned in ages crossing her mind briefly, before another thought of not caring replaced it. Dust bunnies and dirt be damned, she started to think the bathroom floor was going to be her new home. Moving away from there just didn’t’ feel right at that point. She closed her eyes briefly, wishing the nausea away. She allowed herself to give into the exhaustion she’d been enduring, and finally succumbed to sleep.

It had to be an hour or two later when Riley heard her apartment door open. She sighed in relief. Alicia was back. “Salvation,” she whispered to herself. Hopefully she had the anti-nausea medication that would make this horrendous feeling go away. She cringed remembering she had a huge mess to clean up in the hallway. She forced herself up, gently avoiding putting any weight on her injured leg. She didn’t want Alicia to see the mess and attempt to clean it. That would be the lowest of the low moments in Riley’s life. She dragged herself over to the bathroom sink to splash some water over her pale face, careful to avoid the bandage on her forehead. She studied her injury, noting that the bruising around her eye was starting to appear. She looked like a train wreck. She washed her mouth out thoroughly, trying to get the putrid taste of bile out of her mouth before she ambled out of the tiny bathroom.

“Alicia, I’m going to clean up my mess in the hallway, I just . . . I couldn’t make it in time,” she said in embarrassment. She hopped along awkwardly, using the crutches to maneuver herself into the living room. “Don’t go in the bathroom okay? I’m going to clean that, too.”

“Oh Thank God,” a high-pitched voice screamed, before flying into a fit of tears. “I’ve been so worried,” the voice sobbed, running up to her.

Everything was a blur. Riley stumbled backward, caught off guard by the unexpected presence in the living room. “Andy? What on Earth are you doing here?” she exclaimed.

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oh my god dude

im gonna put this under a cut bc this is a lot. this is a ride, have fun i guess

1. Your first OC ever?god. its got to be Super Kitty. when i was like … an incredibly small child I used to draw comic strips about this feline caped crusader, who was friends with everyone in the city, and the comics always involved him stopping an evil banana man from stealing money from the local bank. He was paid with donuts for his service to the city. i still remember how to draw him.

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?i’d get arrested if I didn’t answer this with Bronze, probably… but really, they’re very important to me

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?man, i cant remember! i really dont think i have… P:

4. A character you rarely talk about?there’s loads of characters ive never even posted a single picture of on tumblr, i wouldnt even know where to start asdf

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? bronze is the easy answer, but… i guess that could also go to Servant or Westrin. Servant has a comic project in the works that basically stars him, sort of a series of one-shots about the things he’s experienced, i feel like that would be a good thing to take off and run with. Westrin’s just fun as hell, i love the guy.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?real talk now… there’s at least five different characters that i refer to as a whole as “bronze-tangential”, who started out as, “what would bronze be like if they were in this world?” and then becoming their own thing within said world because i just get stupid attached

its an epidemic

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?nearly all of them, actually. that’s the main reason i make characters, after all! too many to really go into specifics here, again P:

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!not often, but i think Bronze and Westrin are the most common ones. unless playing a character in dnd, or running an npc in dnd counts… then a whole lot more hahaha

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?it depends on the circumstances. i don’t really like the idea, though.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? Westrin’s old getup is a pain to draw, and there was one other design i did that I cant find anywhere… whichever way, i dont often tend to draw super complicated things often

a couple fakemon ive designed though… heheh those can get pretty finicky

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? hmmmmmmmm my immediate thought was Eric Silverdale from a comic i was working on a few years ago. hes a darling, i want him to be my friend irl

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lothow could you do this to me i love each and every one of all my friends ocs GOD the first one who comes to mind is @d20-official‘s Smith, whos Bronze’s friend… everyone in that DND party actually

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? Rated on a scale from “harmless” to “honestly somewhat frightening”: -Baromet (charming and quite friendly but definitely a kleptomaniac),-Westrin (demigod of bards and travelers), -XEN09 (a nonsense hacker), -Conny (needlessly contrarian and dumb as HELL), -Enza Colie (long fucking story but hes a good-for-nothing), -Hemlocke (mad scientist, chaotic evil), -Iris (AI and hacker, VERY bad), -The Terminus (glitch-in-the-matrix demon, chaotic evil), -and Sydd (the Queen of the Faeries, hopefully the danger there needs no explaining :’D)

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory Mmm… there’s a few of them, most obviously Lent (whose background I did a short comic about). Basically his entire town got eaten by ghosts and turned into zombies, he only barely survived with a sliver of his soul left.

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?yes, i often discuss storylines and such with friends

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? Probably Bronze’s dad! I don’t talk about him much, but his name’s Devon Reed, and he was a biotech developer specialising in android design.

I often describe him as being something of a reverse Arthur Weasley - a very fatherly scientist fascinated to the moon and back with the concept of magic.

17. Any OC OTPs? having trouble thinking of a lot of them right now, but there’s Eric + Lent & Naiadine + Tailias from Emerald Sigil, Avken + Baromet from my space campaign world, Sydd + Wyvv from my unnamed campaign world, and I’ve been considering Westrin + Servant as an interesting dynamic in Servant’s story

18. Any OC crackships? My character Bismuth and @autistictimeknight‘s oc Eros. Theyre so fucking in love, I love it. Its been awhile but I do still think about them sometimes.

As I recall, Eros is an empath, she can read other people’s emotions. But Bismuth is a robot, and Eros can’t read her. Because of this Eros can let go of her fear of unintentionally manipulating the emotions of her date, which would hold her back from most other relationships.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)Hey, meet Bronze! I definitely do not talk about them every five minutes, why would you say that.

Bronze was with me through two of the hardest years of my life so far, and being a DND character they grew with me, both as a fighter and as a person. They were non-binary before I started using those pronouns, they were the first character or person or anything who I fought someone about using the right pronouns for, they make a great icebreaker for if I want to see how someone reacts to non-binary pronouns …

One funny anecdote about Bronze is that when I first made them, their “gimmick” was that they would sometimes glitch out and mess up their speech, mostly because I wanted an excuse not to engage in the roleplaying (which I was very bad at). The interesting thing is that as I got better at interacting with the group, we both grew out of needing it very quickly.

I’m very proud of Bronze.

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?Westrin is a bard! His singing voice sounds like Bill Wurtz and these are his theme songs.

21. Your most artistic OCProbably Westrin again, he writes a lot of songs… and Hallux is a game designer?

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? I honestly dont know… no-one talks to me about them, haha!

people use all manner of pronouns for bronze, though.

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?I’m gonna go with Enza for this one. Enza Colie was originally written entirely because I wanted an antagonist for a short starring his sister, Jane Colie. But the more I fleshed out his reasonings for acting how he did and explored his character, the more I realised he’d make an even more interesting character if allowed to have a redemption arc, too.

I just want to state for the record that I was very reluctant to the idea, and he basically dragged his way out of the villain pit entirely of his own accord. I am dubiously proud of him, and also a bit scared.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?Probably either Eric (Big Man, Best Friend), Crocus (Mother figure), Reed (Father Figure), Westrin (hed just make a good friend u kno??), or Bismuth (she makes good conversation!)

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)probably the homestuck fan-troll Hallux, but that’s mostly because they were based on a troll-sona I made awhile ago. They’re a hope/prospit game designer who is small and full of rage and love

oh, and there’s dave! dave’s a superhero speedster, existing in a modern-day superhero version of seattle. theyre idiot, just like me,

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? this is an interesting one… i don’t think ive ever had something Bad in a design ive done called to my attention by someone, but I did create my character Servant at around the same time I was first really expanding the diversity of my casts. (since i don’t talk about him often, a little context: he’s a magic spirit creature bound to human form to serve the royal family of the land and follow their orders.)

somehow, younger-and-more-stupid me managed to have the revelation that making this “eternal slave” character literally anything other than a white man, especially as a white author, would be Pretty Not Good. im … thats really, really not something i should pat myself on the back for, but i do consider it one of the biggest bullets dodged in my artistic career so far that i realised that not all representation is good representation so quickly, before i could make that incredibly, incurably stupid mistake.

after that, trying to make sure my characters and their presentations don’t harm anyone pretty much has become a paranoia. i don’t seem to have stepped on any toes yet, but when it inevitably happens, please let me know - i didnt know, and i want to fix it!

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? None that I can think of, actually! I don’t really do that often.

28. Your most dangerous OC? god damn it i have no idea!!! is it the terminus? glitch in the matrix god of chaos motherfucker?is it sarle? terrifying calculating scientist with the power of the soul at her fingertips ??? is it ares??? is it athena????? is it petra?????? the gatekeeper????

… actually, the gatekeeper might be it, if “dangerous” just refers to “the amount of raw power it can wield”. the Gatekeeper is a titanic entity that exists in interdimensional multiverse space, and its implied to have the ability to create and destroy entire universe bubbles at will. for what cosmic purpose, no-one knows.

at a more personal scale, though, literally all of the aforementioned characters are pretty bad to run into too.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?god. Mina or Tawn. Tawn is the Indiana Jonesy type and probably dumb enough, but also competent enough not to get into too much trouble there. Mina would probably drag her friends along.

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? XEN09. No-one knows, because no-one knows xir personal identity. Xe absolutely does, though. It’s less of a secret if you know xir in person, but good luck finding out about it otherwise.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)dave just reblogs memes all the time tbh. they like to keep tabs on the ridiculous superhero news going on, and they show human jokes and cat videos to their alien gf. they dont really post or add to posts, but they talk in tags a lot.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? i want to say tawn because i literally just realised ive been imagining their voice as sounding like luigi this entire fucking time and i never realised until this exact instant

33. Your shyest OC?probably baromet. they prefer to keep to themself in their hideout, with their collection of shiny things. they don’t really enjoy trying to communicate much, mostly because they expect to get yelled at.

34. Do you have any twin characters?Yes! At least two sets;

- Crocus and Sarle. (x) (x) They don’t exactly have a very well-developed relationship, but they are both quite important to the plot of my campaign world, and they are both very interesting. Crocus is a motherly figure who just exudes friendliness, while Sarle is .. very much not that, a researcher studying very gruesome things and pushing the boundaries of reality.

- Jane and Enza Colie. I haven’t talked a whole lot about either of them here, but I’d rather leave their story to do the talking whenever I get around to it. Essentially, the both of them were intended to do the dirty work for their crime boss family, but Jane ditched to study medicine. Most of the conflict between the two of them comes out of Enza not understanding why she made the choice she did, and coming to understand how he’s been manipulated.

35. Any sibling characters? I can’t really think of any off the top of my head, I should … I should really work on that.

I can talk about Westrin, though. Westrin (a demigod of many things, but namely bards, travel, travelers, and people who are lost) often becomes close friends with mortals, sometimes practically adopting them. These people who consider him family, and people who have received his blessing, are able to use his surname, Brilanta, as their own if they choose. So I guess all of the Brilantas are siblings, at least in spirit.

Oh, and XEN09 has like, seven siblings. Xe is the second-oldest, and least remarkable.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? I already talked about Eros and Bismuth up there a ways in question 18, but I’ll talk about another relationship here. @autistictimeknight‘s character, Nova the Alchemist, is mentor and adopted parental figure to my character Munna. Munna … Munna isn’t a very good apprentice. She tries very hard.

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human That’s most of them, I’m not quite sure what to say here. Bronze is an android? Bronze again? Westrin? All the aliens ??

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? man. uh. westrin or jean. or perhaps valencia.

39. Introduce any character you want ??? uhhhHHHhhHHH Lord Brillium is the reigning deity of the Cloud Kingdoms in the other campaign setting I’m working on. They represent light and the quest for knowledge, and spend most of their days in the Cathedral Observatory watching the stars.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!one time bronze flew a hover-bike through the stained glass window in a cathedral blaring all star by smash mouth on their iguana

also one time bronze rickrolled a rakshasa demon and then pulled updog on it like, two minutes later

another time bronze scared off an entire army by pretending to be an automated security system

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)ive got a whole little folder on here from all you blessed people !!!! right now ive got a drawing quinn did of one o fmy characters as my lockscreen

but i think the one i’ll really never ever get over is this piece of Jane, by @rabendraws / @owoltron:

(i bet you thought i forgot about this, dude. dude. think again.)

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? this is kind of a weird question, m, I feel like Bismuth would find learning about the mythos utterly fascinating, as would Tawn.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confesshaha. uh. i might.

aside from the entire “bronze-tangential characters” thing i mentioned awhile back, I tend to really like designing characters with hair color lighter than their skin color. it just looks so cool man. i love drawing freckles but dont put them on enough characters. i like really curly hair, but also really long and flowy hair. i like drawing triangular body types, and pointy/prominent noses.

44. Something you like about your OCs in generaluhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this is a really vague question. m. m.

45. A character you no longer use?there’s old versions of characters, but a lot of my older ones have been somehow repurposed. I guess there’s Turien, my first-ever DND character, who’s just kind of sitting dead now. Haven’t really done anything with him other than a pretty recent tangential character.

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?Not that I can think of.

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? Im certain it’s happened, but I can’t remember any specific instances.

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pureSpring. spring knows nothing of th dangers of the world who is letting them into fights someon eneeds to stop this

(spring roll, hehe.)

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memesim not sure what this question is asking since many of my ocs actively enjoy memes including but not limited to westrin, dave, bronze, xen09, iris, and doctor archersen

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you wanti think. i think im going to pass on this one. i gave you the good old oc talk. your damn turn, yall:

if you have any questions about any of these guys feel free to shoot one at me!

thats all from me im tired and its one am. techskylander you absolute madman

#yetanotherOCmeme #WHY #personal

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