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My OC

I FINALLY DID MY OC SUCKAS!

I decided to use mew-poo’s 100 OC asks, so thank you mew-poo!

I swear, I’m not stealing them!

Name: Veil Hagen Halvorsen (To cover, pasture, and guardian)

Home: Einn-Berg (Alone mountain)

1. What do they smell like?

A lot of lotion from Bath & Body Works (anything marshmallow or pumpkin), some sweat, and very faintly her past meal.

2. What is their voice like? It’s a mix between Yellow Diamond (Steven Universe) and Amethyst (Steven Universe)

3. What is their biggest motivator? Her village elder. He always made her feel safe and aided 

4. What is their most embarrassing memory? Veil one time decided to be a show off to the other children in the marketplace by doing a flip in full armor. She did the flip correctly, but she ended up plummeting into the fountain filled with dirty well water.

5. How do they deal with/react to pain? She gets angry but will also cry, promptly getting angry again and try not to cry as she tends to her wounds.

6. What do they like to wear? Veil likes to wear longer clothes if she’s not in her armor. She lives in the cold, so it makes a lot of sense. Trenchcoats coming down to her ankles, turtlenecks, joggers, etc.

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively? It was all of her relationships in general. All of her boyfriends and girlfriends all had the ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude and it rubbed off on her. She grew stronger from these and she never cared much about negativity pointed towards her.

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten? She ate an entire Naga head one time, eyes, brain and all. Her father brought it home after a large hunt and she was the only one brave enough to eat it amoungst her large family.

9. Describe the way that they sleep. She sprawls out across her mattress, drools a lot, kicks, punches, mutters, the whole shabang.

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food? She enjoys a lot of meat and a lot of sweet things. Mostly sweet things. She can make a bakery hide in shame.

11. What do they feel most insecure about? She tends to feel a little bad about her weight. Like I mentioned, she loved sweet things, so she would feel a little bad about herself if her armor had to be reforged. Also her anger issues. She’s brash and aggressive and sassy, so he doesn’t like it if people jump to conclusions and think she’s just an asshole all the time (like some anons out there, I wonder who they are :o )

12. How do they like to dress? Long clothes, even in the heat. Fuck Lestallum’s officers asking and begging her to change into shorts or something. Long clothes are life. She also has some clothes that are hide and fur. She has a nice cloak made of white coeurl fur and bleached behemoth hide she likes to wear.

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt? She stays quiet and lulls over what made her feel guilty. She stays in the darkest and coldest armor she can put on, especially her helm.

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal? She gets pissed. She will smash apart anything she can get her hands on and smash anything apart. She screams, roars, and growls while breaking down into a pit of tears.

15. What is their greatest achievement? She became the general of her village’s army, always leading her people on hunts and forages.

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep? Grumpy and will sleep anywhere. Even on the backside of a Magi-tek engine. The stereotypical black circles show up on her eyes and the grumpiness literally is written on her face in tired wrinkles. 

17. What are they like when they’re drunk? She spills the whole entire factory of beans. You wanna know everything but magically didn’t say a word? Veil will become that old viking who tells you the whole tales of woe. She also slurs and finds fake trees sad.

18. What kind of music do they enjoy? Viking music and metal music.

19. Are they right or left handed? Ambidextrous.

20. Fears? Bugs, uncontrolled fire, dolls, some supernatural creatures i.e. werewolves.

21. Favorite kind of weather? Snow.

22. Favorite color? Icy colors.

23. Do they collect anything? Armor and weapons. She also somehow accumulated a whole stash of teeth from kills.

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more? Cold. She despises the heat.

25. What is their eye color? They change between gray and hazel.

26. What is their race/ethnicity? Northern European.

27. Hair color? Dyed a light lilac.

28. Are they happy where they are currently? Yes.

29. Are they a morning person? No, Veil likes afternoon where everything is alive.

30. Sunrise or sunset? Sunset, because she anticipates the next day.

31. Are they more messy or more organized? Messy, but that is how she stays organized. Whatever she needs, it magically surfaces.

32. Pet peeves? People who get on her about her accent (she gained an accent from talking to an amature jeweler), perfectionists, those who click their gauntlets against metal, people who don’t wash off blood from kills.

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance? Her battleaxe she recieved from the elder before he died.

34. Least favorite food? Anything with fish (for the exception of shrimp and prawns).

35. Least favorite color? Pink and yellow.

36. Least favorite smell? Animal feces.

37. When was the last time they cried? During the funeral of the village elder. She had to burn him herself because she was asked.

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried? The whole village of course.

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured? She decided to do a local hunt that was closest to the village. Her village never communicates with the outside world, so she basically is the most modern. She decided to take on a quest that had the most amount of gil which turned out to be three behemoths. As she killed the smallest ones, the largest one manages to scratch open her cheek when her helm feel off. She almost went blind in her left eyes.

40. Do they have any scars? Obviously, the scratch marks from the behemoth. It goes from tthe right side of her nose to the lower half of her neck with another claw mark going under her chin and merging in. Otherwise she has brn marks from when her skin came into contact with heated objects or simply dropping a torch on herself or small scratches from hunts or fights.

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues? Anxiety and psychosis depression.

42. Do they have any bad habits? She bites on her knuckles a lot.

43. Why might someone dislike them? She’s brash and can come off as rude.

44. Why might someone love them? She’s really cuddly and sweet to those that don’t piss her off.

45. Do they believe in ghosts? Yes.

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives? The elder, but he’s dead.

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone? No, but she wants to be.

48. Are they dating/married to anyone? No, but she wouldn’t mind.

49. Do they like surprises? Depends on the surprise. A festival? Yeah. Her mother dying from a werewolf attack? Not really.

50. When is their birthday? June 21, the summer solstice.

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday? A festival is always thrown on someone’s birthday. For hers, since it is in summer, it celebrated by the whole village setting oil drenched metal suns on fire, a lot of firey objects, and a lot of meat.

52. Do they have any family? A deceased mother, a paranoid father who was thrown in jail for being thought of as a werewolf, nine brothers (in order of age: Valdus - 22, Farkas - 19, Mass - 18, Bjor & Reger - 17, Halvard & Halvdan - 16, Kilmar - 15, Alois - 10) and six sisters (in order of age: Veil - 23, Adelaide - 19, Leandra - 18, Selda - 17, Hildred & Gladys - 15 and Blondine - 10). Don’t get me started on the amount of aunts and uncles and cousins she has. She is the oldest sibling.

53. Are they close to their family? Yes. Mainly with her younger sister Adelaide.

54. What is their MBTI type? INFP -  Idealistic, loyal to their values and to people who are important to them.

55. What is their zodiac sign? Gemini - The Twins.

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in? Gryffindor.

57. What D&D alignment are they? Chaotic Good

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about? Yes. It is about an attack on the village when she is not there or finding out that something slaughtered her family.

59. What are their views on death? She sees it as a place to either stay in the clouds and drink mead all day or to start over.

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at? Aimals doing something adorable.

61. When bored, how do they pass time? She plays with the fingers of her gauntlets or runs her fingers along the horns of her helm. Sometimes she hums songs under her breath.

62. Do they enjoy being outside? Yes.

63. Do they have an accent? She has a mix between a New England accent and a Norse accent. It sounds good actually.

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction? If it’s someone else’s, she’ll leave it alone. But if it a sibling’s or a cousin’s, fair game.

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say? She’ll take it on head first.

66. How do they feel about sex? She doesn’t care much about it, mainly because she doesn’t think about it. If it happens, it happens.

67. What is their sexuality? Pansexual - The sexual attraction to a person of any sex or gender.

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood? No.

69. Is there anything that they find really gross? Flatuence and vomit.

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them? Jerk With A Heart Of Gold One Woman Army Deadpan Snarker Big Sister Badass Girl

71. Do they enjoy helping people? Very much.

72. Are they allergic to anything? Cinnamon (rip), pollen, dandelions, dogs.

73. Do they have a pet? A pigmy goat named Lítill Fótr (Little Foot)

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper? Very.

75. How patient are they? It depends on the subject

76. Are they good at cooking? Very.

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often? ‘You’re the biggest person here, bitch!’ “I thought I was, until you walked in with that nose of yours.” Or “You remind me of one of those Russian dolls: You’re full of yourself.”

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy? She’s kinder and always has a small smile on her face.

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears? If it is her family, she will go through everything to use it against them. If it is someone else, she will do everything in her power to protect them from their fear.

80. Are they trustworthy? Very.

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it? It depends. If she’s pissed, curious or depressed it shows. Everything else it barely shows.

82. Do they exercise regularly? The only exercise she gets is when she goes on hunts. Otherwise, she’s lazy.

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look? Mostly, until you get to her height (5 feet) and her stomach & waist region.

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people? Height (tallness). Strong jawlines. Big hands.

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive? Brash yet kind.

86. Do they like sweet foods? VERY MUCH!

87. What is their age? 23 years olds.

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between? Short.

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts? None.

90. Do they consider themselves attractive? She finds herself at least 75% attractive.

91. What is their sense of humor like? She uses truth in her humor unless it comes to insults.

92. What mood are they most often in? Mellow.

93. What kinds of things anger them? Some outsiders, those who try to steal from her, picking on her and her family, bringing up her parents, etc.

94. Outlook on life? You focus on yourself first, then worry about others. It can be a cruel place if you do’t figure things out first.

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed? War, death to those who didn’t deserve it, plaugues.

96. What is their greatest weakness? Paranoia.

97. What is their greatest strength? Loyalty.

98. Something that they regret? Not being at home when her mother was slaughtered.

99. Biggest accomplishment? Becoming the general of the village’s army.

100. Create your own! - What does she look like? 5 feet tall, chubby, long and messy lilac dyed hair that goes past her waist, sharp gray/hazel eyes, a small nose, plush pale pink lips, thick eyebrows, broad shoulders, big breasts, pale olive skin, small ears, thick legs, small feet (about a size 6), a tattoo of Shiva on her back, a nice-sized booty.

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The Real Deal - Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Author: dylanowhy (me)

Summary: Lust without love mixed with need and want. It must be the reason why your relationship is so toxic. Yet, somehow, you can’t get enough.

Pairings: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: Language. Angst.

Word Count: 2,428

A/N: This was requested by a dear friend of mine! There might possibly be a part two if you guys want it. Let me know, feedback is always welcomed!

Your eyes stayed glued to the raindrops that fell onto the car window. Silence was all that filled the small space around you. You haven’t spoken the entire car ride and you didn’t plan on it. Your arms were crossed, keeping them close to your body like some kind of self-defense method. The burning ting in your eyes hadn’t stopped since around an hour ago, you were sure your eyes were blood shot but you couldn’t bring yourself to consider looking into a mirror. Knowing that if you looked at yourself it would cause your world to shatter around you, and you hadn’t even started to pick up the pieces yet.

He was just as silent, and it scared you. The caring, fun loving guy who always had a joke to tell was not saying a word. Not trying to fix things like he always did. The thought brought more tears to your eyes – and you thought you didn’t have any more tears left. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You knew what you wanted to say but you didn’t know how to put it into words. You were nervous if you spoke it would be the spark that would light up another argument for the night.

The glass felt cool against your skin and it was then you realized how hot you really were. You tugged at your shirt, feeling uncomfortable in your own skin. These days seem to happen a lot more lately, your heart was becoming a skipping stone for his enjoyment. You won’t lie, you knew that your relationship with the lean boy next to you would be toxic before it even began, but you two didn’t care. There was an attraction between you two that you couldn’t fight, even though you tried it. And one night, things just happened, and things continued to happen for months after that.

People say that relationships have their ups and downs but this one was constant downs. You two weren’t the type to hold hands and make plans. You didn’t have cute dates or nights were there was unlimited cuddles. There were no movie nights or cute nose kisses. It was all sloppy make-out sessions and secret sex in public bathrooms and maybe games of tease while trying to act innocent in public. It was hair pulling and love bites, scratches that didn’t disappear for weeks, bruises that kept you up at night. It was arguments and crying, screaming and yelling. Verbally abusive and traumatizing.

Everyone wondered how you two were even a thing. And quite honestly, you wondered as well. Yes, there was a lust filled attraction to this boy beside you, but there was always something more. Something you could never put your finger on. Something that made you stay through the hateful comments and the constant crying. The same reason why you were still in this dreadful car, driving to a destination that was unknown.

The silence was becoming deadly, like static, and you could feel yourself becoming uneasy. You had to say something. Arguing was always better than this. Arguing was at least normal. “Dylan?” Your voice was light, croaking slightly at the first use in a while. He just huffed, trying his hardest to ignore your existence. You sighed, almost in defeat, “Just say something.” You pushed, needing to hear his voice. You need to know in some sick way that you two were okay.

His foot pressed down on the gas, the car going around twenty over the speed limit now. You pressed your back flush to the seat behind you, trying to morph yourself into the car and hopefully disappear. You reached to turn the music on, just needing something to drown everything out. However, he was quick to jabbing the button, turning it off. “Could you not?” His voice was harsh, but it was still his voice and it made you feel some sort of relief.

You tapped your fingers on the console between you two, drumming lightly to the sound of nothing as you watched his features. The way his hands gripped the wheel so hard that his knuckles were stark white. His jaw was clenched, you could tell you were bothering him but you couldn’t stop yourself. There were several alarms going off but it was like your mind didn’t know how to properly react to the signs. “How can you be so god damn annoying?” This time he spoke through gritted teeth and your body tensed. Your tapping immediately stopped, and although you stopped his words didn’t. “I honestly don’t understand how you can be so smart, but so damn stupid.”

“Really (Y/N), you have got to realize how pathetic you are. I use you. I actually use you. And you let me. I treat you like shit and it’s not a private thing, literally everyone sees it. And it’s not something that’s new, it’s been our relationship since day one. This was supposed to be hot sex. A one night stand or two but fuck, we fucked up.” – “You don’t want to be with me, I don’t want to be with you. I don’t look at you with love in my eyes, we’re a fucking joke. You would think you’d do one thing right in your life and walk the fuck away from this, but you don’t.”

His words should hurt, but honestly you had heard it all before and what should have hurt just sounded repetitive. Part of you wanted to roll your eyes, the other part of you wanted to reach across the console and smack some sense into him. “Un-fucking-believable.” You said, eyes harsh as you stared at the darkness of the night in front of you. “Excuse me?” He asked, slightly swerving on the road, his voice bitter.

“You put this all off on me, as if it’s my fault. I don’t see you going towards the door, I don’t see you trying to leave or walk away. In fact – I feel like every time I try, you pull me back in. just face it, it’s an endless cycle with you. Like I’m in my own personal hell. I can’t get away from you. You’re so fucking toxic.” You stayed calm but there was a little something extra in your voice, which got underneath his skin. “Not to burst your bubble but the only reason I call you the next day is because the sex is somewhat enjoyable.”

“Say that for yourself. At least you’re not stuck faking it all of time.” Was that true? No, but you knew it was something that would piss him off and for some ungodly reason that’s what you wanted. You want him mad. He laughed, louder than usual too, but it wasn’t his up-beat laugh but a menacing one. “Now, we both know that’s a lie. What was it last time? Five in a row? Record.” For the first time, his eyes cut to you, glaring of course but it was a look.

“Whatever.” You said under your breath. “Oh, now we don’t have a comeback huh?” his eyebrows raised. Believe it or not, his voice had returned to its normal state. A nice calm angry that you were used to. “We could do it you know, if you just tried.” You picked at your nails, your voice had become soft. Yes, he said you didn’t like you nor did you like him, but you both knew that was a lie.

It was like the world was against you two, yet you two were both so equally destroyed that you found your way back to each other. Both searching for that feeling of want and need and love. The car slowed down, but it took you a moment to realize that. You looked at him as he pulled off the side of the rode. This was either going to end good or bad. And you figure that you would find yourself crying again soon.

“What if I don’t feel it?” He asked, placing the car in park. His eyes showed an emotion you hadn’t seen in a while. Maybe it was honesty with a hint of sadness, but it made him look beautiful. “Then it’s time were honest. Stop putting each other through this.” You said, pursing your lips together. You felt a wash of sadness flow over you as a frown grow custom to your face. “But what if that’s not enough?” He sounded just as confused as you were, his brow knitting together in constant thought.

“What do you mean?” You asked just above a whisper, you were looking back down at your hands but you could still feel his eyes boring into you, begging for you to look at him. You easily complied, he had such a spell on you, one you couldn’t lift with the darkest magic. “I don’t feel it. Not the way I should feel it, but god fucking dammit (Y/N), every time I try to stay away from you I just can’t. I get pulled back into the whirlwind of possibilities and maybes. Like I want it to be different but I can’t make myself change. I can’t show you how I feel without hurting you in some way or getting pissed off. Like you said I’m toxic, but you don’t help with that.” – “You’re just as toxic as I am, hell you’re even worse sometimes with the way you flirt with other guys but act like you don’t, or how you just push my fucking buttons and you know that you do it. But you just don’t give a shit so then I don’t give a shit. Then we fight and were back to square one but fuck, I’d rather go through that with you every week then not go through it at all and it fucking frustrates me.”

Knowing that he was right caused a hint of pain to pierce your heart. You took a deep breath, part of you didn’t know how to respond to him. You two had never really had a serious talk about his. Usually when it started it ended, one of you storming off before things got too serious. But here you were in a car, in the middle of nowhere and it was way too dark outside for you to get out and find an escape. You moved, aiming your body more towards him now as you spoke, “No – You’re right.” You tried to gather your thoughts and compress them into something that made verbal sense. “Maybe we should just cut off all contact.” You suggested, it only made him sigh. “We could, but, going through those withdrawals is not something I want to go through every day, do you remember that one week?”

In fact, you did remember that week. You nearly pulled your hair out. The thought of not seeing him brought tears to your eyes and yet the thought of seeing him brought rage. It was a week of confusing emotions and constant thinking, too much thinking. That week ended when you two saw each other out – You think it was at the store or something, you didn’t remember where you had seen him but you remember where you ended up with him. In the back of your car, clothes forgotten and bodies colliding. If they were good at anything, it was make-up sex.

“Then what do you want to do then?” The more you talked the weaker your voice got, starting to sound like a small child who had just got in trouble by a parent. He sighed, his shoulders falling as relaxing as he shrugged, you hadn’t even realized that he was so tense. “I don’t know.” His voice matched yours for once and that is when you realized that you two were both defeated, challenged by something along the lines of fake love and true lust. Something along the lines of need and want.

With those words the car was started up again and you two started to drive back the way you came. You knew that meant you were on the way back to his apartment and maybe it was for the better. It was late, probably way past midnight by now, and you both just need to go home and get some rest. Maybe for once you would think about things and come to terms of what you truly wanted, but you doubted that. The car ride was still silent, but not in the way it was both. It was calming on some level, and it nearly put you to sleep until the wheels stopped, the familiar apartment building in front of you.

You looked over at your car that he conveniently parked beside and you took a breath, you started to gather your things when you felt a firm grip on you. Looking up, light tired eyes met gentle ones. Ones that you almost forgot existed, it caused you to gasp softly. “Stay.” His voice was groggy, fighting the sleeping feeling that was hitting him like a tidal wave. You couldn’t help but smile at that. Those were words you had never heard before. In all the times you had spent together never once had he asked you to stay at his place. Sure, you might have fallen asleep during a few random hook-ups but that was about it. There had never been an invitation.

There were times like these, where he could be so nice and sweet and it made it so clear why you stuck by him for so long. But these were one in a million, and never lasted longer than a few hours. “Okay.” You decided to basket in the moment, not wanting to ruin the slither of greatness that graced your relationship once and a while. You knew in the morning you two were going to talk about things, you knew that things were probably going to go downhill coasting, leaving you feeling hopeless.

But tonight, tonight you were going to walk into his apartment, you were going to crawl into bed next to him as if you were a real couple who thought the world of each other. You were going to cuddle and probably have lazy talks about stupid shit until you both dozed off into a comfortable sleep. Fingers will be tangles in others, bodies sprawled out in one of those cheesy potions you seen in romance comedies. He would probably stroke your hair as you hummed into his chest. Yes, tonight, you will be the real deal.