#mallowoc

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I GOT YOU SIBLING! PREPARE FOR THE POKEMON AU!

Young Friends and Pretend Date Mates

In the picturesque region of Sinnoh, nestled among rolling hills and vibrant meadows, Adria Nakatomi grew up surrounded by the love and care of her parents, the Daycare Couple. Their home, a charming cottage adjacent to the Pokémon Daycare, was always filled with the joyful sounds of Pokémon and laughter. Adria, with her boundless energy and love for Pokémon, was a bright beacon in this tranquil environment.

From a young age, Adria was inseparable from a boy named Cyrus, who lived nearby. Cyrus was quiet and contemplative, often lost in thought, a stark contrast to Adria's exuberance. Despite their differences, they formed a close bond, spending countless hours exploring the countryside, caring for Pokémon, and sharing their dreams.

On sunny afternoons, they would embark on adventures through the fields, pretending to be the greatest Pokémon Trainers in the world. Adria's infectious enthusiasm always brought a smile to Cyrus's face, while his calm demeanor balanced her spirited nature. One of their favorite pastimes was playing "pretend dates," where they would imagine going on grand journeys together, facing challenges and overcoming obstacles as a team.

Paths Diverge

As they grew older, life began to pull them in different directions. Adria's parents encouraged her to start her own Pokémon journey, and at the age of 11, she received her first Pokémon, a Chimchar she lovingly named Fire Tail. However, she waited until she was 12, so she could start her journey alongside her younger sibling Warden, who had chosen a Piplup named Emperor.

Cyrus, on the other hand, became increasingly withdrawn, obsessed with his quest for knowledge and power. He distanced himself from Adria, believing that human emotions were a hindrance to achieving true greatness. Despite their growing apart, Adria never forgot the boy who had been her closest friend.

Reunited as Enemies

Years passed, and Adria's journey took her far and wide. She became the Champion of Sinnoh and eventually Alola, earning a reputation as a fierce yet compassionate Trainer. Meanwhile, Cyrus founded Team Galactic, with a plan to create a new world devoid of spirit and emotion.

Their paths crossed once more when Cyrus's schemes threatened the very fabric of Sinnoh. Adria, now a seasoned Champion, stood as a formidable obstacle in his way. They faced off in a climactic battle, their childhood memories clashing with their current realities. Despite their conflicting goals, a part of Adria still saw the boy she had once known in Cyrus's eyes.

A Desperate Alliance

Cyrus's ambition led to the catastrophic summoning of Giratina, the ruler of the Distortion World. The legendary Pokémon, enraged by its forceful summoning, threatened to wreak havoc on Sinnoh. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Adria and Cyrus were forced to set aside their differences and work together to calm Giratina.

Their combined strength and strategic prowess eventually subdued Giratina, preventing disaster. During their ordeal, they rekindled a semblance of their old friendship. Cyrus, despite his cold exterior, couldn't help but admire Adria's unwavering determination and kindness. Adria, in turn, saw glimpses of the thoughtful boy she had once cared for, hidden beneath his hardened exterior.

Unspoken Feelings

In the aftermath of the chaos, Cyrus found himself grappling with unfamiliar emotions. He was drawn to Adria in a way that both intrigued and terrified him. His rational mind fought against these feelings, deeming them a weakness, but his heart was slowly beginning to thaw.

Adria, too, felt a deep fondness for Cyrus. She saw the potential for redemption within him, believing that the boy she had once loved was still there, buried beneath layers of ambition and pain. Their shared experience had forged a fragile connection, one that held the promise of something more.

An Uncertain Future

As they parted ways once more, Adria couldn't help but hope that Cyrus might find his way back to the light. She believed in the power of redemption and knew that, given time, even the darkest hearts could change. Cyrus, though conflicted, carried a piece of Adria's unwavering spirit with him, a reminder of the bond they had shared.

Their story was far from over, but for now, they walked separate paths, each carrying the memory of a childhood friendship that had withstood the test of time and adversity.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

This made me pause, because... IM ABOUT TO GO INTO A RANT THAT WENT TO A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT DIRECTION BECAUSE I MISREAD THE PROMPT BUT OH WELL IM NOT DELETEING IT NOW HERE WE GO-

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Well, I do have Overpowered Characters. Doc (MHA OC) has the power of Biokinesis, the ability to change any living thing she touches. When she has Trigger (the drug in MHA to give a boost to her Quirk) she can change anything about HERSELF too. She could literally become a god, someone overpowered and corrupt and vile for what the world did to her. She could become even worse than All For One.

But she doesn't, for one reason.

Her beloved sibling, Kawii. She is the one moral thread she has. Now me and @kawipastell1928 have talked and ranted and rambled about scenarios where what would happen if Doc lost Kawii, and it is horrifying, but as long as Kawii is alive, Doc is perfectly content to run her back alley clinic, overcharging criminals and treating children for free. She's content to be a "villain" in the only terms of using her quirk without a hero license. She hates heroes but doesnt do anything to out herself. She's content with her life.

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Now, Champion (Pokemon OC) became who she wanted to be. She wanted to be a regional Champion, then she went to become the first International Champion. She worked tirelessly to defeat teams, befriend Pokemon, and become the best. She is a powerful woman chosen by Arceus to ensure the world is the best it could be, and damn does she do it. She has a loving partner (Guzma) and with the help of the International Police, her beloved Pokemon team, and her sibling Warden (who cares for the Legendaries and Mythicals she catches, not to mention is a Champion in her own right) she can do anything.

She's a genuinely good person who, no matter what has happened to her (which depending on how cruel I want to be to her, can involve some pretty harsh stuff), she always shines.

Power doesn’t corrupt, it reveals. Give someone the ability to be who they’ve always wanted, and you’ll discover who they’ve always wanted to be.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

I tend to see ELady as a switch who is a natural service top or soft dom when in charge. Just, her natural inclination is to leave her lover breathless & feeling treasured & fully satisfied.

I also tend to see her as the sort who exerts her control in much more subtle ways. Ways that her lover tends to not even notice.

So, if in the end, he's left shaking & teary-eyed, but really freaking satisfied & clutching unto her, desperate to keep her close, then she feels that she’s done her job. (Even if he still thinks he's the one in-charge at the end.)

Yeah, no, not even going to attempt ChatGPT with this one. This will be all me.

Most of my self inserts are switches, Sub leaning but can Dom if the mood hits them right. They are caretakers and in charge in public, so in bed, they want to be mindless and submit and not have to worry about much. When they are in charge in bed, they are sweet and kind, massaging their lover, giving kisses and bites, really vocal too.

Doc, my MHA oc, is someone who is Ace, and even if I try to imagine her as someone who does have sex (if she could ever trust someone that much to allow them to see her that vulnerable) I don't see her being submissive at all. She would be in charge throughout the process.

Champion, my Pokemon OC, is a full blooded switch. She can be a mean or service top, and she can be a power bottom or a really subby bottom. Depends on what she and her partner needs, really.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Yo I posted about Pastell Now give Doc HC pleaaaaaasssseeeee 🥺

I have posted about her??? Doc is under the MallowOc tag... I posted a whole thing about her. >_> Just so everyone can see it here:

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Doc - Rei Nakatomi, the My Hero Academia ‘self-insert’ who is more her own character by now. 

QUIRK: Biokinesis (She can manipulate anything living -such as plants/animals/humans/organic material that is alive) 

DRAWBACKS: She can pass out if done too much (length of time varies, it can take weeks at the most severe), requires living material to work to lessen drawbacks (plants are preferred, but can use living creatures)

Is never seen without her iconic coat (A mixture of a doctor’s long coat and a lab coat, made with plants when Kawii was young and still new to her own quirk). Her coat has 2 forms, as she can manipulate it with her own quirk: A normal coat with long sleeves that goes down to her knees for when she is out normally/working, or a sleeveless trench coat with a hood when she’s out with ‘special’ work, with a mask to cover her face (mask has a green plus sign). Usually has her hair up in a messy/neat bun, depending on where she is working that day (Messy for league work, neat for clinic work). Avoids wearing clothes that show a lot of skin unless at home, so her usual look in public is long business pants, heels, sleeveless turtleneck, and her coat. When dealing with Overhaul, gloves and surgical mask is applied. Sometimes wears glasses to add to the ‘look’ of being a doctor, especially if meeting a new client. She doesn’t wear jewelry normally, unless given by Kawii.

Doc is a stern, more serious woman. Distrusting of most, if not all, of humanity, except those she is already associated with. Kawii, her beloved younger sister, is the only one who gets to enjoy the full unedited form of in-private Doc, who is a gentle, kind woman who only wants to live life the way she wishes and provide for her beloved family. Otherwise, they meet her public form, who is a very blunt, almost cruel woman who cares only for reward and money, if they can be bribed to assist with anything in the first place. She runs her clinic with an iron fist, or at least that's how most see it. Her pricings for any modifications are near extortion, villains willing to pay her prices however are never disappointed. However, villains are not the only ones who she takes as clients. Any and all who come into her clinic are welcomed, and depending on who they are, they are gifted a different side to the ‘legendary’ doc. Civilians get a deadpan Doc, who states their prices (far cheaper than most doctors) and gives them a full work up. Children and animals are given more kindness, usually given assistance without payment required. Vigilantes are given what she is given, the friendlier they are, the more polite she is. Heroes… may not leave alive, depending on how close they are to Kawii and what they came in for.

Doc is Demi, both in romance and in sexuality. She has to be able to trust someone fully and completely before she would ever allow such emotions to take hold. Due to the trauma she has dealt with in her youth, she truly cannot see herself trusting anyone outside of her family. If she did, however, Romance with Doc would be a very wonderful thing. She would work tirelessly to ensure that her partner would be well taken care of and they got everything they desired. Doc is a very loyal partner, a poly relationship would not be best for her. Once someone is her’s, they are HERS. She does not share. Marriage would be a long drawn out process, as she is not the type to marry quickly. It would take a few years, perhaps even a decade, of being in the relationship to get her to consider actually getting married. Seeing as she is more on the villainous side, you would think she wouldn't want a wedding and it would be a marriage in-spirit only… However, deep inside, Doc would enjoy an actual wedding, with the legalities included. Children would be a very hard sell to Doc, as she does not want them cursed with her quirk nor have to go through what she did. It would take years of trust and communications to even get a serious talk with her about having children. Even then, it’s more than likely a lost cause… for biological children. Adopted children however are much easier to convince Doc to take care of, especially if they are downtrodden or come from bad homes. The law would not have a chance to stop a Doc from saving a child. She would be an awkward mother at first, however she would soon get into the swing of things. Children raised by doc would be stubborn, proud, and extremely intelligent.

I got the idea of her from reading a fantastic work called 'The Greatest Healer in the World" by Mai_Beyblader, which you can read here!

My beloved sibling did art of Doc and I love them so much for it:

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

"Doc" Ri Nakatomi

So elegant, so cold, so secretly kind hearted.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Pokemon OC

Champion/Hero - Multi-Regional Champion Adria Nakatomi, the Pokemon Universe self-insert. A Victini hybrid if applicable.

IF has Bio-Children: a daughter named Gaia and/or a son named Kai.

Pokemon Team: 

Permanent Team Members: Firetail (Infernape), Gible Goble (Garchomp), Amika (Scizor), {after Alola ending} Gaza (Golisopod)

Swappable Team Members: Redemption (Zoroark), Sukuna (Incineroar), Matilda (Alolan Pursian), Conair (Shiny Staraptor), Socius (Hisuian Typhlosion)

Champion is a woman who was born in Sinnoh to the Daycare Couple, alongside her younger sibling Warden. Now grown and Champion of the currently known regions, her first being Sinnoh and the current being Alola. Currently residing in the Alola region as its first (and probably permanent) Champion. Got her first starter at the age of 11, a Chimchar who she named Fire Tail, but did not begin her Pokemon journey until the age of 12, as so to go on the journey with her younger sibling Warden, who was 9. Warden chose a Piplup as their starter, named Emperor. 

Has several outfits, but her usual outfit has her wearing a dark denim jacket with a blue fire symbol within a Arceus Symbol with purple dragon wings (with a pink outline) embroidered on the back, a symbol of her first starter (a fire type, Chimchar) and her strength rivaling dragons. The pink outline is from her sibling, who helped make the jacket. In the Alola Region, she was given a Team Skull tank and a bandana, which she wears around her wrist/used as a ponytail holder. 

Champion is a very caring, energetic woman who strives to be an inspiration to all trainers of the world. Her love for Pokemon and all things Pokemon has no bounds. She is a firm believer in redemption for all, even former Team Leaders such as Giovanni and Ghetsis. She often makes friends with even the most evil of leaders, and she does her best to help everyone strive to be the best and achieve redemption.

Champion is Pan across the board, truly not caring for the gender of their partner. She is in a relationship with Guzma, the Team Skull Boss in Alola. Her first partner was Cyrus, the Team Galactic boss of Sinnoh. She was young and foolish, loving him and not noticing his criminal activities. In the end, she was the one to defeat him, and mourned him when he became lost in the distortion world.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

When A Heart Starts Beating - An Unfinished, Kinda Abandoned Mallow Work

A killer with no emotion, killing just to see how far he can go without being caught, finishes up his latest kill. When he goes to go home, he runs into a tired woman who is kind to him without a clue of who he was. Almost shocked at her, he begins to haunt and stalk her, his mind focused on just one thing...

Endless nothing. Thats what he felt. It was like he was asleep, with no sense of the dream that ran through his mind.

He walked down the street, the bloodied knife in his pocket. His clothing was clean of all the blood and gore he had created when he had gutted the petty thief in the alleyway. His eyes were dull as always, void of anything remotely human, only a pale green in the streetlight.

He had taken far too long on the man, for when he had begun, the sun had just set over the horizon. Now the waning crescent moon was almost over his head, mocking him for his loss of time. He finally reached the bus stop, taking a seat on the bench before checking his watch. 10:46. Almost an hour over what he had planned.

"Excuse me..."

His eyes shot upward, to focus on a young woman with a white blouse and blue jeans on. Her blonde hair was in a messy ponytail, and her silverish eyes showed she had been overworked, and was trying to keep from falling asleep right there. She carried a green camo backpack, her fist clutching it loosely.

"May I sit next to you?" She asks, motioning to his right side.

"Why ask permission? It's a public bench." He says, his voice low and solid. It wasn't a rude tone, it was more logical, emotionless. A fact.

"Oh! I know... Just didn't want to be rude, yeah?" She says, a reddish tint going to her cheeks. She goes past him and sits down, pulling up the bag and opening it. She pulls out a sandwich bag, and opens it, pulling out a seemingly hours old peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She looks to him, and digs in her bag again, pulling out a baggie of small chocolates, clearly slightly melted. She pulls one out, and holds one out to him. "Would you like one...?"

He turns his head, eyeing the candy, before eyeing her.

"Why?" "To enjoy one. Why else?" She says, smiling slightly. He pauses, before taking it, unwrapping the small chocolate before popping it into his mouth. He would admit to himself that he did rather enjoy sweets, chocolate being his preferred choice in things. The woman smiles, and leaves the bag open between them, taking a bite out of her sandwich. She ate it fast, he noticed, chewing for a couple of seconds before swallowing, and taking another bite immediately after. He also noticed that she stole several glances at him, her eyes curious and concerned. After she finished her sandwich, she plays with one of the chocolates. Questions burned within him about her, so he made his move.

"Why are you out late tonight?" He asks, figuring it was a question most people would ask.

"I was kept very late after work... My boss was a jackass and changed the schedule on me without notifying me..." She says, sighing, before smiling slightly. "If I may ask the same question, why are you out here?"

"I suppose its for the same reason... I was late coming out of a meeting." He says, facing forward at that. She hands him another piece of chocolate, he slightly smiling himself as he took it. He caught that she changed the direction back on him, wondering what held her from complaining more.

"To assholes who make us late." She says, raising her own piece to his. He did the same, before both of them devouring their pieces. She smiles, he guessed from the taste, and turns to him. "What bus are you waiting for?"

"The number 12."

"How coincidental. That is the bus I am getting on." She says, the reddish tint back on her face. He nods, and begins to notice other things about her. She was rather on the short side, he could estimate her height was around 5'2 or at most 5'3, she was 'curvy' as most men would say, her hips wide and her waist smaller. Her stomach was not flat, but not not more than a bump. Her breasts were rather large, almost amusing him that she show any signs of back problems. Her roundish face showed more emotion than most women, also showing she smiled or laughed often, from the lines around her mouth. He notices that she seemed to be examining him as well, her eyes darting up and down his form with a slight surprise in her eyes.

"I forgot to ask your name, if you don't mind." He asks, snapping her out of her thoughts. Her eyes lock on his, and she gives him an purely innocent smile.

"Name's Amber. You?" She asks, he debating mentally before deciding.

"My name is Vladimir..." He says, bowing his head once.

"Do you go by Vlad?" She asks, tilting her head slightly.

"At times. I will allow it from you." He says, earning a smile from her. She puts out her hand, looking at him with a friendly gaze.

"Nice to meet you, Vlad." She says, he chuckling before taking her hand and lightly shaking it.

"Same to you, Amber..."

At that, the bus pulls up with a loud whoosh, and the doors open. She grabs her bag, zips it up, before rushing on board, he taking his time after her. She puts on a token in the machine, and goes to an empty seat, placing her bag beside her. He enters his token, and goes to her seat.

"May I... sit next to you?" He asks, motioning to the spot with her bag. She looks, and a sly smile enters her lips.

"Why ask permission? It's a public... seat." She says, moving her bag onto her lap. He, in turn, smiles and sits down.

"I just didn't want to be rude..."

After a short bus ride across the city, it came to the stop on the street of Chestnut Boulevard, where Amber looks at Vlad.

"This is my street..." She says, her eyebrows furrowed. She didn't like how dark it was, and how spooky the street seemed now in the dead of night.

"Would you like company to your home, Ms Amber?" Vlad asked, almost if he could hear her thoughts. She smiles shyly, embarrassed at herself for liking that idea.

"Yes... I would like that. If you don't mind, I mean." Amber nods, Vlad chuckling as he got up from his seat.

"I do not mind at all, actually." Vlad answers, taking her bag for her as she gets up from her spot.

"I really appreciate this... It's silly, but with all the crime that has been happening, and seeing on how late it is... I get a little nervous." She says, as she leaves the bus, he following her. They stand on the sidewalk as the bus drives away, leaving them alone in the street light.

"I understand, Amber. Now, lead on to your residence." He says, she nodding once more as she walks down the street.

Her thoughts began to swim around her, wondering about the strange man who was her new friend. The way he spoke pointed to the fact that he was extremely intelligent, in her mind. She knew it was dangerous to just talk to strangers, especially strange men in the middle of the night, but even if he was a bit particular, he didn't seem like a bad man. He was dressed in what her sister referred to as a 'detective's' coat, better known as a trench coat, a white button up shirt, and black suit pants, so it was somewhat believable that he could work in an office. His hair was black, tamed yet wild. A thin beard covered his jawline, along with an also thin mustache. It was his eyes, although, that interested her most. An emotionless green with a ring of gold around his pupil. Most eyes showed hopes, dreams, fears, the soul of the being they belonged to. His eyes... His eyes were empty, as if he did not have a soul.

"Again, thank you for doing this. I know you must think I am paranoid." She says again, walking beside him.

"None at all. There is a serial killer wondering the streets as well, and I would not want to leave you by yourself." He says, a half smile passing on his lips. She smiles back, and after a few moments of silence, walks up to her apartment building.

"This is my stop. Would you like to come inside and sit a spell?" She asks before she can stop herself.

"I cannot at the moment, Amber. I must get to my own home." He says, handing over her bag before bowing. "I have escorted to your home."

"Oh! Thank you again, Vlad. You are my hero." She says, smiling sweetly as she takes her bag. Vlad seemed to freeze at that, before standing, his eyes clouded with... confusion?

"I will... take my leave then. Good night, Amber." He says, his voice nearly cracking.

"Good night Vlad." She replies, walking into her building. She goes up the stairs to the 3rd landing, and pulls out her key. She unlocks door C5 and walks in, flipping on the lights as she does. She lays down her bag on the couch, and walks to her room, falling on the bed as she replays the evening's events in her mind.

Vlad's breath was quickened as he makes his way down the street, his heart beating like never before. He wondered why his body was acting like this, why he felt so... confused. Why he was feeling so... light and fresh after talking with the woman? What was this feeling that was filling his chest? These were the thoughts that swarmed his head as he walked into his home, an old brownstone not far from the woman's apartment building. He goes into the kitchen, where he placed the bloodied knife in his coat in the sink, before heading to his room, where he sits on the edge of his bed.

"What is this...? It feels... rather... nice." Vlad says, a smile forming on his lips. The mere thought of the woman made him feel... "Feel? I... This is emotion?"

He lays back, and smirks, his mind now focusing on the woman that had captivated him so. He closes his eyes, and for the first time in his life, began to dream.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

The Gift Of Past Mistakes - An Old, Currently Abandoned Starter Of A Story I Had That I Now Wanna Share Here For You All Because Why The Hell Not

Break Ups suck, especially when it is with the one you believe was your one and only! Adrienne was feeling down when she intervenes with a fight between a couple, returning an item to the offended party. Now she is in a world of mythological laws and bindings, and she has someone who is now promised to her! Will she accept this new relationship, finding that maybe her soulmate wasn't human to begin with, or will this ship be sunk before it could even begin to float?

She sat in her cushy deep forest green chair, shyly looking around at the other patrons of the café. Some had been glancing at her, others had painfully pitying looks on their faces, few didn’t even notice her predicament. She lightly sighed, and looked at her hot chocolate, it warming her cold hands. Her dirty blond hair was made up into a messy ponytail, strands of her long bangs over her glasses. Her mind kept repeating what her now ex-boyfriend said to her a mere half an hour ago.

“I’m sorry Adrienne. We just aren’t good match. She is going to be my wife, and I will have to take control of the company. Please understand… We weren’t going to last, anyway.”

That last sentience burned through her, causing fresh tears to run down her cheeks. She closed her pale blue eyes and gave a shaky breath. Her chest hurt. She hadn’t felt this pain in a while, stinging, sinking, completely crushing. It hurt to breathe, her throat felt like knives were running down it, and her eyes burned from the amount of crying she did. He hadn’t even looked unhappy. He was cold, uncaring, she was just a toy to be used.

“I’m telling you Adri, don’t give him the time of day. Don’t let him use you. He doesn’t care about anything other than himself and his dad’s company!” “You’re wrong, Crystal. He loves me. I can tell. He tells me things.” “You are going to get hurt. When you do, just know I’m here.”

“… You were right Cris. As always.” Adrienne murmured, her voice raw and soft from her sorrows. She sniffled, before taking a drink of her hot chocolate. It was warm and homelike, giving her a bit of relief for her emotions. As she was to go, a woman jerked up from one of the booths, holding a lovely coat.

“You won’t dare leave me if I take this! Fuck you! Come to my place when you are ready to behave!” The woman snarled, storming towards the door. Something snapped in Adrienne, it being either her emotional state or her sense of righteousness, causing her to get out of her chair and walk over to the woman. Adri grabbed the coat and yanked it quick, taking it from the woman with a quick movement. The woman spun around and looked at Adrienne in shock, her face one of fury and confusion.

“Hun, I just experienced a breakup. I cried, I’m hurting, I’m down, but I did NOT steal the guy’s coat to get him to stay or come for me. Get out of here and face it that he’s leaving you for a reason. I think I see why!” Adrienne snarled, her emotions running loose. The woman opened her mouth, before closing it in a sneer, before storming out. The patrons of the café watched as Adri took the incredibly soft coat back to the booth, her body slightly shaking from what she had just done. She got to the booth, and her mouth went dry. Sitting there, with a rather curious look on his face, was a good-looking man. She could tell he was tall, maybe around 6 foot, even with him sitting down. Long black hair, looking wild yet twirled together, like a pirate from a romance novel, like the ones she read every other day. His eyes were deep and incredibly expressive, gazing into her with wonder and curiosity. He was built like a sea farer, and looked like one too, with the white button up shirt, a couple buttons undone near the top to show off a rather impressive chest, and his pants were black slacks, with boots made for rough roads and hiking it seemed. Her mind went blank for a moment, before she quickly held out his coat to him.

“He-here is your coat.” She said, her voice developing that once cured stutter in her voice. The man looked at her, surprise in his eyes but no change in his expression, gingerly took the coat from her. He examined it, before looking at her once more.

“… You have my thanks, m’lady.”

Adrienne’s face reddened, the man’s voice deep and commanding, a serious voice kink of hers. She shook her head, both in response and to clear her now fevered thoughts.

“It was no problem. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day…” Adrienne turned to walk back to her table to escape the awkward tension and to gather her things to go home and hide, but the man grabbed her arm. His touch was cool compared to her warm flesh, and her gaze jerked to him, his forest green eyes staring into her pale blues.

“Your name.”

“Huh?”

“What is your name, m’lady?”

“O-Oh… Adrienne…I’m Adrienne.” She breathed out, unknowingly having held it in. She took another breath. “Yours…?” The man paused, his eyes piercing into hers, before his grip loosened and went back to his coat.

“Calivor… Calivor DeBront.” He said, his gaze going over her form. Adri nods, and felt her temperature rise with each moment. This was getting to be a bit too much. A break up, a coat rescue, a hot guy, and now he was looking at her, her anxiety rising, she had to go NOW.

“Glad-Glad I could help, Calivor… I gotta go. Nice to meet you!” She quickly said, walking fast to her table, grabbing her things, and nearly dashing out the door. She quickly got across the street, got into her car, and sat for a moment, her face in her hands, unable to think nor want to.

"Hm…” Calivor watched the woman leave, expressionless. He looked at his coat and felt it. It was undamaged and returned to his hands, neither of which he expected to happen, at least not for a very long time. The wretched woman had stolen it from him and had planned to keep him prisoner as her husband for however long that woman lived. But the girl, who had gotten his coat back, had given it straight back to him, no questions, no bribes, no demands. Did she not care about anything he had to offer? She did not understand the rules? He could feel the air thicken a bit with an aura he knew well. He could feel his arm burn with magic, the sigil making it’s mark underneath his shirt.

“That was quite incredible, wasn’t it Edith?” An older woman said in wonder, a few tables away from Calivor. “Adrienne stepping in like that, and helping out that young man?”

Calivor paused and listened into the conversation. The young woman had given him back his skin, without demand for repayment nor reward. She was selfless, he could see. He knew what he had to do now, which meant he had to know more about her.

“Yes, it was incredible, Edna! Poor thing got her heart broken and then goes straight back to helping people.” The elder woman across from her complimented, shaking her head slowly. “The poor dear never stops surprising us.”

“You think she will be alright? She did love that man dearly…”

“Yes, young people fall hard, but she always falls too hard and too fast, and always too much. If only she would hold back, so she wouldn’t crash so hard…”

“It’s a part of her charm, Edith.”

Calivor stood up, putting on his coat. He could feel the magic flowing through him, before going back to natural. He walked over to the older women and made a small bow.

“Good afternoon ladies. I couldn’t help but ask if you know the young woman who came to help me?” He asked, his voice even and smooth. The women looked to each other, a twinkle of mischief in their eyes, before they looked to him, seizing him up.

“We do, we do. Why do you ask, young man?”

“I wish to repay her for her act, as this coat is priceless to me, given to me by my own father and passed down generations.” He said, using the story that he always used when people asked him about why he was so protective of it. The women nodded.

“I see… Well then, maybe we should give you a little bit of help with her…” The women motioned him to sit him down. Once he did, he was in for a world of gossip.

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The Way The Spark Changes

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the waters of the ocean were calm and gentle. Morningstar watched as the sun slowly rose over the waves, her head full of thoughts she had not lingered on before. Her glossy black body shined in the light, from her flat elevated peds, to her dragon headed chasses, to her blue optics, which held a far away look to them. Her mouth, usually in a smile in some way, shape, or form, is pursed, contemplative, verging on a frown. One hand was against the rock she sat on, holding her upper half up, while the other was slowly playing with the Decepticon insignia on her chest, a digit dragging against the lines.

The soft crashing of the waves and her peaceful form was hiding a frenzied and rather panicked stream of thoughts in her mind. Another battle had been lost. More warriors had been injured. More infighting, more accusations, more distrust and hatred. The mech she loved, who she fought for, is becoming more and more unhinged, coming up with even more dangerous plans, plans that involve sacrificing their own men, plans that will endanger not only themselves, but everything and one.

Morningstar closed her optics, a sigh escaping her metallic lips. Her reason for being with the Decepticons was fading from her. The once love she held with great reverence, was now turning to irritation. Looking at him no longer sent her spark into a flurry of signals to be flushed and experience happiness. It did still send a signal or two to smile fondly and experience for a moment of joy, but it now sent more anxiety and frustration through her. She still held some positivity for him, but... the original spark of something that pulled her aside was gone. The thing that had made her give up her morals and her beliefs, the thing that made her join the Decepticons instead of the Autobots with her sister, had been depleted.

It hurt. It hurt that she gave up helping people, saving lives, and building solid connections with beings who wished to better the universe for a mech that didn't give her a second glance. It hurt that the love she had was now gone. It hurt that the warmth that she once got from his attention and his words were now dulled and droning. It hurt that she no longer wanted to fight for her emotions, no longer wanted to do what she could to make him happy. It hurt that her reason for remaining was dwindling.

She did make friendships with other Decepticons, yes. Soundwave was quiet, observing. The normally loud femme loved being around him in silence, as the silence around Soundwave did not feel attacking and cold like when she was alone. His quiet was filled with comfort, acceptance. She did well with Thundercracker, both bonding over the reservations about being a Decepticon. Thundercracker stayed because of his fear of Megatron and his love of his trine mates, Morningstar stayed for her fierce love of Megatron, and her fear of change.

That is why she sat on the beach now, contemplating her life. She had to decide what she had to do. Did she remain with those she had fought along side for over 4 million years, despite the reason for staying was gone and her spark hurt like it was being mauled by the Pet? She could perhaps learn to love him again, learn to fight with her whole being once more. She had been approached by Thundercracker, who was worried about the increasing amount of scars on her armor. Before, nothing could touch her. Now, it was becoming increasingly hard to motivate herself to move out of the way of attacks.

Perhaps she could join the Autobots. A smile threatened the Dragon's features, the thought of her sister tearing up with pride and relief of her youngest sibling coming home to the Ark. Grace would collapse with joy if she walked in, searching for forgiveness and redemption. The Autobots would bawk and be suspicious of her, of course, seeing as for a good chunk of time she gave her everything for the Decepticon cause, or at least, for the one who ran the cause. She would offer information and future plans, give her all to redeem herself in the eyes of the Autobots, her sisters, her people, and herself. Then again, could she face those she called her comrades and her trinemates in battle? Could she look at them, watching as they tried to kill her with pain in their expressions and questions in their optics?

The DJD would hunt her down for her treason, certainly. Her name would more than likely shoot to the top of The List, a demand of her once beloved leader once he found out. Vos will question her in his strange tongue, his usually high pitched babble taking a softer tone. Kaon ordering the Pet to attack her with a shaky breath, but the Pet limping over to her, looking at her with questioning eyes. Tesarus would shift side to side, the maul pit in his chest whirring. Helix would demand answers, asking why betray them. Why betray her brothers, her fellow soldiers, her mates? In the end, Tarn himself would attempt to do the deed, talking normally, trying to go softer to lull her spark to death. She was resistant to his attack, her spark only knowing the speed of music and a select few voices.

Would her leader demand to do the final blow?

Then again, she could flee the war. She could grab a ship, stockpile energon, and just go. Leave the world of Earth and find a new one. She could find somewhere that they didn't know her name, didn't know the Cybertronian war, didn't know about Autobots and Decepticons, and maybe make a new life. Work at her redemption by being a good friend, a good neighbor. Save a few lives she knew nothing about, work to cure diseases, overthrow evil dictators... Become someone that the humans call a hero. Perhaps... She could go home.

Home made her catch her breath. Destronia had been so far from her mind for so long, it was almost like a fantasy to think about now. She could go home. Home, to her castle, to her throne room. Home, where everyone would welcome her with open arms, smile and scold her for leaving them so suddenly. Home, with her fellow Destronians, peace in the air, love everywhere. Home, with her responsibilities and the insufferable pressure to be the goddess they all need you to be.

If she went home, she would have to take the throne once more. She would don her crown, take her place at the center of the 4 chairs, and become who she fled from when she snuck aboard her sister's ship headed for Cybertron. She would have to become Judge, Jury, Executioner and Reaper, seeing as all her siblings had long left the thrones. Dest, Tron, and Nia were more than likely still in charge, the avatars that Morningstar created to replace the sisters as they went on their journeys. Kylia was more than likely hunting down dangerous prey and omnicidal maniacs across the cosmos, Graceon was the gentle Autobot medic along side her sweetspark Ratchet, Eveningmoon was on her own self-discovery mission, trying to find out who she was besides the darkness of the form herself and her twin Morningstar once were combined as... Now Morningstar was questioning her purpose in life. She was the being of emotion, of courage, of life.

Sounds of laughter nearby brought Morningstar out of her musings slightly, before she semi-focused on the ocean once more. What was she to do with her life? All the Ideas she thought of had valid pros and cons, but it came back to that all consuming fear of hers. Metathesiophobia, after a moment of looking it up. The fear of change. Was she strong enough to make a new life or fight for the one she had now? Was she truly out of love for the one she gave up her everything for? Her mind raced with questions and thoughts, playing out scenarios and trying to see what would be the best bet for her. The moments of her life swirling around her, voices trying to work with her, yelling at her, trying to tell her the path she should or shouldn't take...

~:Morningstar, report:~

A sigh of defeat escaped her, before she pressed the com-link on her right upper jaw line, underneath her audio sensors.

"Morningstar reporting."

~:Megatron commands that all Decepticons return to base:~

"Order acknowledged. I will return to base." She responded, getting up from her seat on the giant rock formation. She released the comm-link, allowing the responses to be done.

~:Confirmation received:~

The voice went silent, and yet another sigh escaped her. She chuckled mirthlessly, holding her face in her hand. The tears she had not realized that had been falling were making themselves known now, the gentle wetness lightly coating her digits on her face. The pain in her spark grew, it felt like a void was sucking in everything, emptiness consuming her. She couldn't handle to look at him again. She couldn't stand it now, yet she had to. She had to be strong. She had to be Morningstar.

She wiped away the oily tears, taking a breath as she floated into the air. She spread her wings, once she was high enough, before allowing herself to fall, her wings catching the wind before beginning to glide. With minimal effort on her anti-gravity engines, she flew parallel from the plane of water beneath her, her hand grazing the surface. Her own reflection looked at her, before looking forward, seeing the dark-purple tower rise from the sea. Her destination. Her prison. Her dwelling.

Her tomb, if she played her cards wrong.

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One of My Beloved OCs/Self Inserts

Doc - Rei Nakatomi, the My Hero Academia ‘self-insert’ who is more her own character by now. 

QUIRK: Biokinesis (She can manipulate anything living -such as plants/animals/humans/organic material that is alive) 

DRAWBACKS: She can pass out if done too much (length of time varies, it can take weeks at the most severe), requires living material to work to lessen drawbacks (plants are preferred, but can use living creatures)

Is never seen without her iconic coat (A mixture of a doctor’s long coat and a lab coat, made with plants when Kawii was young and still new to her own quirk). Her coat has 2 forms, as she can manipulate it with her own quirk: A normal coat with long sleeves that goes down to her knees for when she is out normally/working, or a sleeveless trench coat with a hood when she’s out with ‘special’ work, with a mask to cover her face (mask has a green plus sign). Usually has her hair up in a messy/neat bun, depending on where she is working that day (Messy for league work, neat for clinic work). Avoids wearing clothes that show a lot of skin unless at home, so her usual look in public is long business pants, heels, sleeveless turtleneck, and her coat. When dealing with Overhaul, gloves and surgical mask is applied. Sometimes wears glasses to add to the ‘look’ of being a doctor, especially if meeting a new client. She doesn’t wear jewelry normally, unless given by Kawii.

Doc is a stern, more serious woman. Distrusting of most, if not all, of humanity, except those she is already associated with. Kawii, her beloved younger sister, is the only one who gets to enjoy the full unedited form of in-private Doc, who is a gentle, kind woman who only wants to live life the way she wishes and provide for her beloved family. Otherwise, they meet her public form, who is a very blunt, almost cruel woman who cares only for reward and money, if they can be bribed to assist with anything in the first place. She runs her clinic with an iron fist, or at least that's how most see it. Her pricings for any modifications are near extortion, villains willing to pay her prices however are never disappointed. However, villains are not the only ones who she takes as clients. Any and all who come into her clinic are welcomed, and depending on who they are, they are gifted a different side to the ‘legendary’ doc. Civilians get a deadpan Doc, who states their prices (far cheaper than most doctors) and gives them a full work up. Children and animals are given more kindness, usually given assistance without payment required. Vigilantes are given what she is given, the friendlier they are, the more polite she is. Heroes… may not leave alive, depending on how close they are to Kawii and what they came in for.

Doc is Demi, both in romance and in sexuality. She has to be able to trust someone fully and completely before she would ever allow such emotions to take hold. Due to the trauma she has dealt with in her youth, she truly cannot see herself trusting anyone outside of her family. If she did, however, Romance with Doc would be a very wonderful thing. She would work tirelessly to ensure that her partner would be well taken care of and they got everything they desired. Doc is a very loyal partner, a poly relationship would not be best for her. Once someone is her’s, they are HERS. She does not share. Marriage would be a long drawn out process, as she is not the type to marry quickly. It would take a few years, perhaps even a decade, of being in the relationship to get her to consider actually getting married. Seeing as she is more on the villainous side, you would think she wouldn't want a wedding and it would be a marriage in-spirit only… However, deep inside, Doc would enjoy an actual wedding, with the legalities included. Children would be a very hard sell to Doc, as she does not want them cursed with her quirk nor have to go through what she did. It would take years of trust and communications to even get a serious talk with her about having children. Even then, it’s more than likely a lost cause… for biological children. Adopted children however are much easier to convince Doc to take care of, especially if they are downtrodden or come from bad homes. The law would not have a chance to stop a Doc from saving a child. She would be an awkward mother at first, however she would soon get into the swing of things. Children raised by doc would be stubborn, proud, and extremely intelligent.

I got the idea of her from reading a fantastic work called 'The Greatest Healer in the World" by Mai_Beyblader, which you can read here!

My beloved sibling did art of Doc and I love them so much for it:

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Priest and Eldritch/Cleric and Paladin

So the story between these two doesn't come from a specific universe/fandom. They have names, but they rather go by their nicknames now bc they have no meaning in their old mortal names.

Priest and Eldritch were once siblings, Priest being a Cleric in the name of the Church, and Eldritch a Paladin for the same Church. They were loyal to the Religion, and loyal to each other. Some questioned about which loyalty was stronger, but in the end, they would learn. (For simplicity, Priest will be referred as Cleric and Eldritch as Paladin)

Cleric is the older sibling, a mortal woman who cared over her flock with gentleness. Paladin was a rather sickly human, but by becoming a Paladin, was made semi healthy by the power of the Church. They defended each other and the area until a religious war broke out. They demanded all Paladins to come to join the fight, to defend the religion and Church. Cleric begged to shield Paladin from the order, but despite her pull and pleas, Paladin was dragged off.

The next time Cleric saw her beloved younger sibling, Paladin was dying. A wound filled with fatal poison was slowly spreading through their body, and there was no cure.

Cleric could not lose the only person that she was loyal to, the only family she had left.

Clerics in this world are trained to fight against all demons and other religions, thus they are allowed access to dark scriptures and rituals. By studying them, they could fight against them, find weaknesses, bring the darkness to light.

Cleric knew of a ritual that would save her beloved sibling. It would cost everything. She would give everything.

The next morning, when her loyal flock came into their church, they expected a sermon and memorial for those lost to the war. The flock were quickly slaughtered, fuel for the dark ritual Cleric needed to give her sibling a chance of life. She dragged the bodies to the basement, where Paladin laid on a table, breathing heavily. The bodies piled up, the blood leaked everywhere. Cleric's face was a mess of tears and panic as she quickly set things in place.

"Sister?"

"Shh sweetheart... Save your strength."

"If this doesn't work-"

"Have faith-"

"I love you, sister."

"I love you more than anything."

Dagger in hand, Cleric raised up the blade, trembling and praying, chanting the scripture as she cut Paladin's wrist and drank from it. Garbled words of darkened faith split from bloody lips as she drank, before she cut her own wrists and fed it to Paladin. The dying being blindly trusted her older sister, drinking the blood fed from a trembling wrist. Once filled, Cleric let out a sob, summoning her strength once more.

"If this fails, I pray you forgive me, El." "If this fails, we will be together, Al."

With that, Cleric let out a scream and plunged the dagger into Paladin's chest, the area growing darker as she chanted a forbidden hymn. The air felt suffocating, the metallic smell filled the air. As she pulled out the dagger, she licked the blood, smearing it on her skin.

"Thus, I find new meaning and a new existence. Thus, I birth a new god. Thus, I become their Acolyte!"

With those words, she plunged the dagger into her own chest, and the world heard a gargled scream.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Priest and Eldritch

Priest, when using her powers fueled by Eldritch, will leak black viscus fluid from her orifices. It doesn't disappear afterwards, but Eldritch finds it amusing.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Trying to make Adria from my TOTK Isekai thing, but this was the best thing I could find. Is she a self insert? Yes. Am I trying to make it realistic (well, as much as one could make a shameless self insert romance isekai can). Trying to find better... If you want to make your own, link will be below to the Picrew!

This image was created with Picrew’s “Zelda Character Maker - ゼルダの伝説“!! https://picrew.me/share?cd=kKxMbkZxNP #Picrew #Zelda_Character_Maker__ゼルダの伝説

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So My OCs... Are A Blend of Self Inserts and Different Aspects of the Universe they Are A Part in.

I think I'll ramble about them from time to time, and if you have any questions about them, feel free to ask. My sibling and I love speaking random headcanons and lore about them.

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WELCOME TO THE BONFIRE!

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Hello Everyone! My name is Mallow, and this will be my Pinned Post!

I am a 26 year old who enjoys both the cute things and the smutty things in life. I am Panromantic, Demisexual, and I currently identify as something I don't have a name for. Maybe Genderfluid, maybe Demigirl, maybe a What. I use both she/her and they/them pronouns. I am childfree, I am an Agnostic Omnist, liberal, and I am a Neurodivergent person. I have several tattoos, I am fluffy, and I wear glasses. Just for shits and giggles, I am also a Scorpio.

I don't get tone half of the time, so sarcasm and jokes can sometimes go over my head. Some phrases can mean one thing and say another, and I will kinda just take it at face value. Text is really hard to understand the tone of.

If confused, feel free to ask questions or talk to me! I'm happy to explain. If any of what I am angers you, feel free to leave. I will not force my company and time on anyone. If you don't like who I associate with, block me. I am not here for adult shit, I am here for blorbos and sillies.

My Fixations are Transformers, Pokemon, Jujutsu Kaizen, Legend of Zelda, the Mario series, Cult of the Lamb, amongst other things! I love video games and manhuas. I enjoy doing roleplays with AI and messing around with ChatGPT for ideas, thoughts, and hypothetical questions. I actually make roleplay bots on Character AI, Janitor AI, and Venus Chub AI! I am most active on Venus, while Character AI is static at the moment. I love playing video games, daydreaming, and thinking about writing.

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