#may not by my only eyepatched oc

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an oc…

[huramuna]

the calico bastard - chapter 1.

 aemond targaryen x strong bastard oc (series) part one | next part

summary: After his takeover of Harrenhal, Aemond encounters a dreamy-eyed, wistful bastard of House Strong, who piques his interest and changes the course of Westerosi history.

 warnings: smut (eventually), angst, canon typical violence, canon typical misogyny. will add more as I go through each chapter. 

wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: alys rivers doesn’t exist in this universe, alysanne takes her place somewhat. a/n 2: this is my first fic, i got the courage to post it -- please be nice n' leave a like if this interests you!

wuthering heights - kate bush • leave me for dead - GAYLE

It was a chilly spring day when he arrived— atop his dragon that blotted out the sun. 

Harrenhal stood tall, foreboding against the horizon of the Riverlands. It was a tower with a known history of bloodshed and held many ghosts within its hallowed walls. 

Recently, it’d been a symbol of the Dance, a game of tug of war between the Rogue Prince and his One-Eyed nephew. 

Day after day with Daemon holding Harrenhal, Aemond taunted him by flying in the distance atop his mossy colored war dragon. 

Until, one night, Daemon acquiesced. He gathered his forces and left during the hour of the wolf, leaving the original denizens of the ancient stronghold behind.

It was all too fast that Aemond would seize the opportunity— and seize he did.

“Bring out every man with the blood of House Strong in his veins!” he cried out, his voice stringent and unwavering. His dragon grumbled in agreement just outside of the castle’s walls.

His soldiers ripped husbands from their wives, fathers from their children, and sons from their mothers. All were dragged out to the courtyard. 

A diminutive lady watched atop the castle ramparts, looking down at the scene. Alysanne Rivers— a bastard of House Strong, as far as she knew. 

She looked nothing like her Strong relatives, her hair being almost white in color, tumbling down in billowing curls, likely not been cut drastically since she was born, as it lingered past her bottom. The only reminiscences of the Strong bloodline was the errant streak of brown that ran down the front of her hair.

No two sides of her face were alike— one side had a violet eye with white lashes and a brown eyebrow, the other side having a brown eye with brown lashes and a white eyebrow. 

‘The Calico Bastard’ they tended to call her, mostly behind her back— but she didn’t mind. She was rather fond of calico cats.

As she pressed herself belly down on the ramparts, she observed the man below. Tall and chiseled, she could almost feel the hate and contempt eek from his being. It smelled of brimstone. 

Her brows perked as he reached to his face, ripping his eyepatch off, revealing the sapphire prosthetic underneath. He spoke a few words, too quietly for Alysanne to hear.

Then he unsheathed his sword. She watched with widened eyes as he brought down the blade upon the neck of the first in line— Ser Simon Strong, the oldened head of Harrenhal; now beheaded. 

She didn’t retch, but she felt a pit of darkness settle in her stomach. Alysanne had been raised as a bastard usually was; hardly at all. She was treated like a dormouse, her chambers being a closet near the kitchens, her bed a pile of old mattress material. 

Her Strong family had treated her with contempt, for the whiteness of her hair and her violet eye— she could only wish to hope that her mother, whomever she may be, never received such treatment. 

She’d heard not much about her mother over her eighteen years of life, and such questions would earn her a slap to the face. 

She never felt love for the Strong family, not even her father, Lyonel Strong, who had left her for many years of servitude on King Viserys’ council. 

The only one to not treat her like dirt beneath her feet was her supposed half-brother, Ser Harwin ‘Breakbones’ Strong. He was the only kind person she’d ever known.

But he was gone now. And apparently, so was the rest of House Strong.

She watched the heads roll into the mud with a detached gaze. No tears would be shed on account of her blood family’s deaths, but she hadn’t seen such ruthlessness firsthand. The only thing comparable was when she heard the screams of her father and brother dying in a fire all those years ago— but she didn’t see them. 

As the last man fell, Aemond glanced up at where she was laying. He leaned over and said something incoherent to a Dornishman next to him. 

Then she was grabbed. She kicked and growled like an impudent animal, snapping her teeth at the soldiers that drug her from the ramparts, down to the courtyard and before Aemond himself. They let her go, then, and let her adjust herself as Aemond approached her slowly.

The bastard girl glared up at him. And he stared back, his one violet eye wide with a fading madness. 

“You were watching,” he started, his voice laced with authority but also… curiosity. “What do you make of this?” he asked then, his arms resting behind his back. 

She swallowed nervously as he got a bit closer, to which she took two steps back. “I see the dragon has come to deliver its reckoning upon House Strong.” she bowed her head, averting her gaze as if it pained her to keep eye contact with him. 

Aemond’s brow rose. The way she spoke was odd, mysterious, dreamlike, even. Not unlike how his own maddened sister, Queen Helaena, spoke often. “Reckoning,” he repeated, “House Strong has defied the crown for too long.” His tone held a touch of disdain for their audacity to challenge him—an affront that demanded retribution in the form of blood spilled upon already stained grounds. 

He stepped closer to her, closing the distance between them. His presence so close was almost suffocating, scalding— like being too close to dragonfire. “And what do you make of this reckoning?” he pressed, searching her mismatched eyes for any recognition that she understood— it was more likely she didn’t. 

“You smell of ash and musk, dragon,” she murmured, stepping back once more. She did not like having people in such close proximity to her, it seemed, as her eyes flitted nervously around.

“A reckoning within your right; mere mice burn before a flaming beast.” she said finally, seemingly in a riddle or poem. Her voice was soft, lilting and song-like; not unpleasant upon the ears, but could be unnerving if anyone actually paid attention to the depths of her manic mutterings. 

Aemond’s face stayed neutral, his jaw clenched slightly, “And what do you make of this flaming beast? What lies beneath its exterior?” he continued. There was something about this fidgety bastard that intrigued him— perhaps it was how much she looked and acted like his sister. His heart clenched slightly at the thought. 

She let out a huff, as if annoyed by his incessant questioning. “A dragon needn’t concern itself with the opinions of mice or birds,” she grumbled. Her hands fiddled with the hem of her dress. “Are you going to kill me, dragon?” 

He stared at her for a moment longer, “Hm,” he seemed to mull it over in his mind, “Mayhaps not, for the moment. I am in need of a cupbearer, and you are capable enough.” 

Alysanne bristled slightly but said nothing. She just stared down at her feet— they were bare, stained with dirt and dust. 

“It seems she knows the power of holding her tongue. I know a few bastards who would do well to learn such a thing,” he added before turning his gaze upward towards two of his men, “Find some handmaidens or servants and have her scrubbed and dressed— I shan’t have my cupbearer looking like…” he appraised her dirty form up and down, “that.” 

The two soldiers nodded their heads, “Yes, prince.” they hummed in agreement, one going to grab Alysanne once more. 

He roughly pulled her, the coarse leather of his gloves grating against her skin. She hated the feeling, the sensation of being grabbed and strewn about like she was nothing but a sack of potatoes or a bale of hay.

Aemond spoke once more, his voice cutting like a whip, “And treat her with respect— she may be a bastard, but she is still a lady, hm?” he glared at the pair of men, his icy stare boring particularly chilly into the one who had so carelessly handled her. 

The soldier straightened up, releasing Alysanne from his grip— he left harsh red marks upon her skin, “Yes, my prince— apologies.” he dipped his head. 

Seeming satisfied with the answer, he turned around and began walking away. 

Alysanne observed him with a tenuous gaze. The way he walked was unnerving— a bit slow, but meticulous. Like a stalking predator. 

But he wasn’t just a mere predator, was he? He was the apex, the king of predators, hewn from brimstone and lava deep within the fissures of the Fourteen Flames. 

Alysanne had encountered the Targaryen house before— with Daemon having occupied Harrenhal just before. 

Daemon was an annoyance to her. She had a distaste for him, even if they did not speak. He would leer at her, looking as if he was undressing her with his eyes. 

But Aemond— he felt different. He didn’t leer, nor undress her with his eyes or look upon her as a commodity. 

No, he looked at her as if he wanted to remove her skin and see what lies underneath. To remove the outer layer of her being from the bone and tear out her heart— 

She snapped herself out of her reverie at the annoyed quip of one of the soldiers that were to escort her. 

“You deaf or something, bastard? Get moving,” the man grunted. 

A fitting noise for him, as he was nothing but a grunt, behest to a dragon. 

A dragon that interested Alysanne, for reasons she didn’t understand. There was an unconscious nagging sensation, deep in her gut when she looked at him. A feeling that elated her and made her feel sickly. 

She walked along, being escorted— escorted in her own home. She thought the idea silly, but let them do as they liked. They were stronger than she— let them have their moment of significance. 

Prince Aemond, as it turns out, left much of the staff in Harrenhal intact. Scared, but alive. 

Her mismatched gaze flitted around as they stepped into the Great Hall. The quivering, huddled bodies of servants, cooks and maids alike stood together. 

“Oh, girl, you lived,” the cook, Magga, cried. The older woman broke away from the conglomerate of clucking hens to go embrace Alysanne. 

She flinched slightly— girl, Magga had called her. She didn’t even call her by her name. She hardly ever did, and never with such… saccharine sweet reverie. 

She fought every instinct within her to run away, growl or do some other animalistic display of fear as Magga enveloped Alysanne in an all encompassing hug, practically suffocating her in her bosom. 

“We thought ye dead, girl,” Magga continued, “They said they were butcherin’ all of House Strong. They didn’t do anything to ya, did they?” 

Alysanne, once she was finally able to catch her breath, shook her head. She was still confused by Magga’s sudden maternal disposition. The cook always treated Alysanne as a nuisance, an extra mouth to feed that likely didn’t deserve it.

Witnessing death, she supposed, had a funny way of changing people. 

Alysanne would give the old cook a fortnight before she was back to calling her a bastard and trying to beat her bloody with a wooden spoon for pilfering honey cakes. 

The two guards that had led Alysanne in seemed unmoved by the reunion. One, apparently named Ser Daunton, spoke up, “Which of you is a maid? The prince has deemed that this…” he cleared his throat before speaking, “lady, requires to be bathed and clothed— befitting the station of royal cupbearer.” 

A few of the ladies spoke up. Flora and Beth stepped up— sisters from near Maidenpool. “Yes, ser,” Flora, the more talkative of the bunch, murmured, “We will… tend to Lady… Rivers,” she glanced over at her sister, who gave an imperceptible shrug of her shoulders. 

“Very good. I’m sure that the prince will have need of his… cupbearer sooner than later— so do not tarry.” Ser Daunton nodded, his gloved hand rested on the pommel of his sword before he turned and left, a nod of his head commanding his companion. 

As they walked out of the Great Hall, there was almost a physical sigh in the room. 

Flora and Beth walked to Alysanne, the latter finally speaking, “What in the name of the Seven did you do to be spared?” she hissed, pushing Alysanne to the back room while Flora began to heat the water for the bath. 

“I did nothing— the dragon, he—,” her voice was cut short as Beth pinched the sensitive skin of her arm.

“He is not an actual dragon, you dumb girl,” she admonished, “He is a prince— more so even than the one that was here before. At least address him with some modicum of respect. You greet him as ‘my prince’ or ‘your grace’— no more of this foolish dragon nonsense.” Beth grumbled, stripping Alysanne of her clothes. 

“But he… he is a dragon, he—,” 

SMACK.

A sharp hit to her cheek by Beth, “I don’t care if he has horns growing out of his bloody head, or breathes fire— I won’t have you jeopardize our lives by spewing hogwash,” she paused for a moment as she began pulling Alysanne’s hair out from the errant braids she had them in, “I… He is unstable, look what he did to Ser Simon— poor lord couldn’t even raise his sword before the prince took his head. He was just an old man, shameful,” Beth continued, her fingers attempting to unknot her curls, “But we shan’t expect better from a Kinslayer.” 

Alysanne winced, her scalp prickly and heated. She didn’t say anything else— she would only dig herself into a deeper hole; it already felt like she was six feet under. 

The sisters dragged the odd-eyed lady to the copper tub, now filled with hot water and began to scrub her raw. Her skin pulsed red before finally settling into its normal pallor. 

Her hair was run through with a brush, more than half a dozen times before pulling it back into one tight braid that swept to her posterior. 

They stuffed her into a modest dress— a blue woolen kirtle with a white undershirt, the sleeves long and puffy. 

Alysanne, who hated being touched, squirreled and wriggled all throughout their prodding. She wasn’t a skinny thing by any means— she had a soft core and curvy figure, which was accentuated in the corset they strapped her in. 

“Cruel lot of chickens,” she grumbled under her breath, eyeing the two sisters with ire. 

“Hm— didn’t know you had a pair o’ hips under those mops, Calico,” Flora hummed, “This might be what the prince wanted you for.” 

Alysanne felt her cheeks heat up at the thought— she had been the receiving end of looks of leer and lust a few times, but she staved them off. She had no interest in romance, or whatever her twisted ideology of it was. Nor was she interested in being rutted into like a barn animal. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she replied, her voice quiet, but with a tinge of sharpness, “A dra— a prince has no use for a calico bastard— mayhaps you should visit him instead of I, Flora?” 

SMACK. 

That earned her another red mark on her cheek— one from each of those shrewd sisters. 

“I’d knock you out if you weren’t meant to be somewhere, Calico. Now go, I’d imagine you’re being expected.” Flora snapped, leaving the room. 

Beth tagged along, giving Alysanne one last dirty look. 

She took a few deep breaths, smoothing down her dress. Once, twice, thrice. With as straight of a posture as she could give, she left the room as well, quickly swept up by Ser Daunton to be escorted to the prince. 

Into the dragon’s lair.

[youcancallmeemma]

Omg... she's... done... it's... 4am😭

Smiling & CO by: @springbon-t-art

I'm... kinda proud of her, ngl😝 Massive improvement from my last drawing! (Btw, can you recognize the background I used😏)

More (unnecessary) Info about her under the cut if you're interested!!

She's actually a gacha character... one of my OG OCs from gacha... I recently made her in gacha life two, just to get a rush of nostalgia. Then I saw this post... and I know it was time to show her off.

I wish I could make images smaller :(

I made some couple changes when I drew her!! Like her mask and her top. The reason is bc I'm still learner how to draw, and I'm pretty bad at drawing loose or detailed clothing sooo... yeah. I just pretended that she got different clothes on for the photo 😀 I also just realized I forgot to finish her belt... NOOOOOO😭😭😭😭

Her goopy eye!! So, I can't remember the lore I gave the poor lady, but she had something going on.

The only thing I do remember is that she sometimes wears an eyepatch to cover her eye, but she hates it so she usually has it off.

She's also strong!! I visibly remember saying that myself "She's super buff and string and cool...heh" when I was playing gacha life at like 10 years old... or something.

Nothing else really!!

Inspiration for the pose:

https://pin.it/2LzONiJGF

To see my improvement:... I'm cringing so bad rn🙂

[lady-nuggetz]

Choco Valentine Cookie [OC Infodumping🤎💕]

Noticed that my recent art of Choco Valentine Cookie has gotten some bits of attention here and there, so I wanted to create a quick post about her to inform! I intend to maybe draw her more cause I'm getting back into CRK [it's been like a year] so why not blabber a bit and share a couple drawings? 💕

[Mind that Choco Valentine is an oc x canon character as well, if you're not a fan of that, move along~! 💕🩷]

Now let's get started:

Toy house Profile [For bonus art and info]

Who is she??!? Well she's my cookie run oc! I made her back in 2021 and recently brought her back as I started fixating!

She's the princess of the Valentine Kingdom, a totally canon Cookie Kingdom known for being a military superpower and not being seen very fondly by other kingdoms. They're unwelcome to outsiders and very prideful of their ability to wipe armies and towns to the ground!!

Choco Val is beloved by the people of her kingdom! They see her as a charming and cutesy princess who will do anything to keep her people safe! And she certainly is! Though to those who oppose her, she can be cruel, cunning, and completely heartless. You can only pray that she'll be merciful to you if you dare cross her. She knows how to play up an act well and is unafraid to use both her charms and her power to get what she wants. Her ultimate goal is to rule all of earthbread with an iron fist so all may recognize her beauty!

She lugs around a massive pink mace made of delicious chocolate that acts as a heirloom to her family, titled the Mace of Confectionaries, which she personally modified to turn into a parasol to carry around much easier. Being the princess of such a fierce kingdom, she trains herself to battle against anyone who stands in her way and can be considered a threat if provoked. And underneath her pink eyepatch is an eye made completely made up of chocolate mousse. She was born with it, as it's a condition that many of her ancestors have had prior to her.

The singular friend Choco Val has is her bonbon puppy, Boxxy. She's had her since she was a young cookie and never leaves without her by her side.

Choco Val at some point later on joins the Cookies of Darkness as she agrees to aid Dark Enchantress cookie with her conquest of Earthbread, making her a deal that as long as the Valentine Kingdom is spared, she'll offer her kingdom's military aid. She works alongside her and the other cookies of darkness, though Choco Val has intention to hopefully betray Dark Enchantress and rob her of her power. She doesn't get along with many of the other cookies, though she's close with Affogato and Red Velvet.

Affogato as she takes a liking to his manipulative behavior and overall flamboyant attitude, the two often spending time together when they have the time to talk shit and share dreams of conquest. Red Velvet she finds rather attractive and interesting, seeing as he's half cake and cookie. He was assigned to protect Choco Val and work alongside her as a personal knight by Dark Enchantress. Choco Val often loves to tease Red Velvet and poke fun at him, referring to him as a puppy and a dog in a loving, yet playful manner. Though she may appear to see him as nothing more than a toy, she has a deep fondness for him and won't hesitate to fight alongside him to keep each other safe. She's unfamiliar with feeling genuine love for someone, but she cherishes every moment with him, wether it be battling against opposing forces or simply taking Boxxy and Chiffon on walks through the forest :3

That's all I have to add for now in terms of lore!!! I'm absolutely hoping to develop her more cause AUUUGGHH I LOVE WRITING!!!

Runs away to go snort KitKats I'm embarassed!!!

[button-cat]

I NEED TO KNOW UR OCS NAME

AAAHSKDBDKFNDN IM SO SORRY FOR RESPONDING LATE !! :(( I FORGOT TO RESPOND TO THIS IM SORRY EEKENDF

also um,,,im not exactly sure which oc you're asking about- i think it may be the one from my last post that was besides folly but im gonna tell you all of the names of my ocs that i posted here, just in case !! :3 also small descriptions as well :b

Regretevator ocs :

Enidan (The one with the mask on the left)

A cannibal killer, and Folly's assistant,,,evil woman that i post too much about !!

(she even has a rp blog!! @fl3sh34t3r )

Lukyan (The one with the eyepatch on the right)

A tired engineer man who is on an important mission,,, kinda known here as Enidan's ex-husband, but he does have his own story !! :b

Creamy Puff (happy girly with the chearleader pom poms that look like cotton candy on the left !)

Famous professional dancer however mostly known for her being a cheerleader in many sport games !! (she is indeed made out of ice cream btw)

Distortion (Spiky hair with void eyes on the right)

A very distorted being who only wants to try to help others, but accidentally scares off others without meaning to :b

and my only Pressure oc !

Hazal (the one with five eyes on the right)

Created by Urbanshade by accident, and has a lot of DNA of different sea animals ! They do not like the player,,,

that's all of my ocs that i posted on this account ! I hope I answered ur question- :D

[robinismywifee]

stargazing || e. williams

pairings ellie williams x fem!oc/reader carl grimes x oc x enid rhee (platonic bffs) daughter!oc x father!daryl dixon

summary TWD & TLOU crossover, takes place in alexandria basically if the group never met negan, daryl and aaron find joel and ellie and bring them in, 16 y/o ellie, mention of a not that important death in season 6 of TWD

warnings NSFW, dom!ellie, fingering, pet names (babe), smoking weed, mentions of drinking, ellie & oc are both virgins

a/n im mainly saying oc instead of reader because im using a name for her, (aimees/aime) cause i hate writing y/n but feel free to pretend its your name instead! any feedback & notes are appreciated, you may send requests but they have to be TWD or TLOU charaters x reader otherwise i wont do them, (no promises in general) this is my first tumblr post still trying to figure tumblr, out sorry if i fucked it up or something, i also dont proof read so theres probably a couple mistakes sorry 😭

wordcount 7.5k

carl placed down a red uno card, i smiled at that, placing down my red 5, "uno!" i shouted, holding the card close to my chest so they couldnt peek, my smile was soon dropped as enid placed down a green 2, i stood up placing my card down, revealing my red 4 to them, "i already lost" i mumbled, "rage quiter" carl called me, "im not a rage quitter! im just done playing with cheaters" i crossed my arms

"you so are a rage quitter aimees!" enid exclaimed, "and you so are a cheater!" i exclaimed back, "how are we cheating?" carl asked, "uh, cause you guys just are" i shrugged

"yeah right" carl scoffed jokingly

i watched them as they finished playing their uno game, enid ended up winning, "what time is it?" enid asked as she collected the messy cards around the table and placed them in the box

"uhhh.." i stood up, peeking my head in the kitchen to check the clock, "9:45" i yawned, i had woken up at 5am to go on a run and my eyes were getting heavy, ive been waiting for dad to get back but he hasnt yet.

"i think im gonna head back" i said, one thing about me is that even after being here for almost a year now, i still havent gotten use to sleeping in a real bed, at night in a real house, and i still have yet to call where i was staying, 'my home'

"yeah, me too" enid stood up aswell, "uhm.. enid?" i asked her, she knew what i was about to ask immediately, i hated sleeping alone, anytime my dad was out, i would ask enid to sleepover with me

enid gave me a sad-eyed look, "im sorry amiees, but i told maggie and glenn i'd be home for tonight" i shook my head with a small smile, "no worries, goodnight enid" i waves her off, she gave me a slight nod before she existed the house

i walked into the kicthen, carl was placing the snacks away, "hey" i said, he looked over his shoulder, his white eyepatch covering his old wound, "hey, i thought you weny home, whats up?" he asked, turning to face me

"could you please stay with me tonight? daryl hasnt gotten back yet, and enid needed to get home" i asked, "yea, let me just write my dad a note" he nodded with a smile

-

"hey, aimees" i heard a voice shake me awake, the sudden touch made me shot up and pull out my pocket knife that was under my pillow, but i immediately put it down when i realized it was just carl

"shit, you scared me" i panted, placing my knife back under my pillow, "sorry, i didnt mean to, but its almost 6:30 and im pretty sure your dads home" he said, his eye was tired and his hair was scruffy, meaning he had just woken up, but the topic of my dad made me shot out of bed, only in my socks, pajama plaid pants, and a thickstrap white tanktop without a bra, carl wore a grey hanley shirt and sweatpants

i opened up my door and ran down the steps, my dad was in the kicthen, talking to some other people but i didnt really care about them or have time to see who it was, i just ran up to my dad and hugged him which he of course hug back

"fuck you, you said you'd be back in a day!" i exclaimed as i pulled away, "i know, im sorry aimees, the storm slowed us down" he replied looking down at me, i knew the reason why he took an extra day was because of the rain storm but i couldnt care less, i still worried the worse possible thing

"i dont really care dad, you still said a day" i said with my head tilted, i wasnt actually mad, and he knew that, i was just annoyed that it took longer then normal and missed him

"yeah, i know, i missed you too" he rubbed my back gently, "can we have breakfast together? or are you gonna go back out again" i asked, "uh.." he hummed, i sighed, thinking he had to go back out again, but his gaze was around the room and not on me, i thought maybe he was looking at carl, but im always with either him or enid when he gets back

i turned my head to see what he was looking at, 2 people i've never seen before stood awkwardly a couple feet away from me, there was a man about the same age as my dad, and a girl about my age, the girl wore a white tanktop similar to mine with a white bandage around her right arm, with black skinny jeans, and converse. she had a side bang and her brown hair in a ponytail

"uh-" i stood there for a moment, before looking back to my dad, "are these the people?" i asked, he nodded slightly, i glanced back over to them, and back at my dad, "why are they here?" i asked, over the months, my dad and aaron have been bringing people and even a whole community back, they never once came to our house right, i mean maybe a few says after to stop by and say thanks or whatever, but they had just gotten here and were standing in our kicthen, dirt and sweat stuck to their skin

"ricks still out with michonne so i was tellin them the rules, and you're gonna give ellie some of your clothes" he pointed briefly at the girl, i turned back around, i nodded, i turned my head back to see carl standing there awkwardly too, "im ellie" the girl waved, her face was red, she. must be hot, i went to intruduce myself but the girl bumped her elbow into the man, motioning for him to intruduce himself, "im joel" he said, "hi.. im carl" carl said, standing behind me, "im aime" i smiled, i was actually quite happy dad brought home a girl my age, although carl and enid denied them dating, i still felt like i was always third wheeling

"aimees, why dont you go show them to their house next door, i havent slept in days" i didnt have time to reply as he walked off

"okay.." i mumbled, i looked down to my pajamas hanging over my socks, "uh, could you guys give us a second?" i asked, looking at joel and ellie, joel gave a stern nod, i looked over at carl, grabbing his wrist and led him away with me, i could feel the girls eyes on me as i left.

"i hated meeting new people before the dead started walking, and i hate it even more now" i whispered to carl as we walked up the steps, "yeah, i can tell" he said sarcastically, i shoved him as he hit the wall which made us both laugh

carl changed in my bathroom, as i changed in my room, putting on jeans, a bra, my shoes, and my holster with my gun and knife

"you coming with me to give them a tour right?" i asked carl, looking at him, "nah" he shrugged, i hit his shoulder, "yes you are" i yelled whispered, before we entered the kitchen, joel was in the same spot, while ellie was close up at an old family photo of me, my dad, and my mom

"sorry for the wait, we just woke up" i spoke, causing ellie and joel to look up from my sudden voice, "lets go" i nodded, as they followed me out my house

"uh, so, your guy's house is right next to mine" i said as i began to walk up the steps of the empty house, "hey aimees, im gonna go see if enid and maggie need help with the fence" he said from behind joel and ellie, ellie glanced at carl, but joels eyes stayed locked on ellie, i slowly died inside when he said that, i could tell ellie was looking at me but i still flipped off carl as he walked away with a smirk

"so where you guys from?" i asked, "houston" joel answered, that explains the accent, "boston" ellie answered, i looked at them confused, "oh you guys arent father and daughter? how do you know each other?" i asked, "long story" ellie answered, "okay, well, i mean.. this is your house, uhh, i dont think theres any blankets in your bedrooms and theres not any food, clothes or shower stuff, so you guys can like, i dont know, get situated? while i ran around alexandria and collect you guys a bunch of shit" i shrugged, unsure of what else to say

they both nodded, "ill try not to take to long, ill be back in maybe 30 minutes?" i said, unsure myself of how long it would take, "okay, thank you aime" joel nodded, "oh, uh, i know i introduced myself as aime but actually call me aimees, nobody calls me aime its actually kinda weird.. okay, see you" i said as i speed walked out the house

i walked in my house and let out the biggest sigh.

that was the most awkwardest thing ever.

i walked to my room, and took out about half my clothes for ellie, she only had a small school bookbag, so she probably only had a pair of underwear and some socks in there, if she was gonna live here now, she needed clothes

i folded them up, i was giving her my dark blue tanktop with spaghetti straps that was starting to fade, a grey tanktop with thick straps, a tan hanley that was too tight to fit me, a plaid flannel, light blue jeans, jean shorts, plaid pajama pants, 2 pairs of underwear, a black bra, and a pair of thick white socks. i hope thats good enough

i grabbed a basket and set everything in it, i opened the closet next to my bathroom, placing body washes, shampoos, and conditioners in the basket, along with 2 toothbrushes, 2 things of toothpaste, and a razor and tampons for ellie

i figured i'd drop what i had off right now since they we're probably dying for a shower, plus the basket was over flowing

i knocked on there door, but nobody came, i went to knock again but a voice from inside came- "COMING!" i could tell by the voice that it was ellie, as joels is 10 times deeper and has no emotion

i waited for a moment before the door opened, "hi ellie" i greeted, she stood there looking at me for a moment, she seemed she was deep in thought, "oh! sorry, come in" she said, opening the door wider, i smiled walking in, she shut the door behind me, "i- i dont have everything right i just brought clothes and shower stuff since i figured that was probably the first thing you would want to do, and while your showering i was gonna get the rest" i said, basket in hand

"oh- right- yeah, thank you" she said, taking the basket from me, "i didnt bring any clothes for joel cause i dont know where to get him any and my dad was asleep, but ill work on finding him stuff" i added, she nodded looking up at me, "hes passed out right now, and probably will be for the rest of the day" she shrugged, i laughed at her saying it so serious, she laughed with me, "okay, well, enjoy your shower.. im supposed to tell you to not use up too much hot water, but knock yourself out, i mean, i know on my first day i did" i said before i left her house

-

its been a 3 days since ellie and joel joined alexandria, ellie hasnt really gone outside at all, i havent really seen her since the first day of her being here, only through our windows, our rooms are both upstairs and our windows face eachother, they have blinds but i didnt realize her room was the one across from mine until i was about to sneak out of my window for a smoke the other night

joel been out a lot more then ellie, asking ways to help out, joel was scary, i avoided him, but to be fair, i avoided everyone who wasnt from the orginal group or who wasnt in alexandria when we got there

just like deanna had done for us way back at the start, carol was throwing a welcome party for ellie and joel, i knew carol didnt really care for them joining us, it was just her way of making herself seem like an innocent sweetheart. i admired her tactics, but i definitely was not looking forward to it.

"you guys are going to the party right?" i asked carl and enid, "my dads gonna make me" carl answered, i looked over to enid, she shrugged, "i dont know"

carl smiled, as we both looked at enid for an answer, "still don't know if ill go, i always thought it was stupid and weird when deanna had them and now carols having them?" enid said, "okay well, youll be missing out" i sighed

-

here i was, walking to the house with open doors and music pouring out of it, my dad was by my side, "you know, ellies also 16, you should try to be friends with her" he said, "yea, yea, yea, i know thats the only thing youve been telling me for the past 2 weeks, 'oh youll love her, you guys would be best friends, she annoys the shit out of this guy like how you annoy the shit out of me'" i mocked my dads deep voice, thinking back to how he would come back from spying on them to see if they were safe and tell me about ellie

"she hasnt come out of her shell yet, but i do really think you'd make a great pair" he said as we walked into the house, "im gonna go get a drink and find rick, go find ellie" he pushed me into the crowd, i scoffed, he acts like hes social when i know damn well the only people he'll be talking to is rick and carol.

i searched the crowd for carl, i couldnt find him but i did see ellie with her arms crossed talking with joel, she looked so uncomfortable and so did he, god do i feel bad

i walked through the crowd, making my way to them, while i was making my way to them, some people pulled joel away to get a drink- or whatever adults do

ellie looked clueless

"hey" i said, placing a hand on her shoulder to let her know i was there over the loud music, she jumped and looked at me, "oh, hi" she said, i could hear the nervousness in her voice, "im sorry about all this, you're practically being forced to go somewhere you dont want go to and forced to talk with people you dont know, i told rick and carol you guys werent the party type but they insisted it was the 'polite thing to do'" i explained, putting airquotes for my last words

ellie seemed to soften a bit at my words, "uh- yea, its just super weird going to a party when 5 days ago you were sweating your ass off trying to find a place to stay the night" she said, looking around, "yeah, trust me, i know how you feel, we didnt create this place, me and my group got taken in by aaron and his boyfriend, the leader at the time was named deanna, she threw a party for us too, and when she died, the leader of my group took over to be the leader of alexandria.. rick" i explained

"wheres your boyfriend?" ellie randomly asked, i furred my brows, "what?" i asked, "uh, the one with the long hair and eyepatch" she asked, "carl?" i asked in a high pitch questioning voics, "oh, yeah, carl" she nodded, "carl?" i asked again, she thinks im dating carl? "yeah?" she asked confused, "oh god, me and carl are like siblings, never in infinity years would we ever date! im gonna puke just thinking of that!" i exaggerated, "oh sorry, its just, my first day here, you guys came out of the same room together in your pajamas and stuff"

"oh! yea, he just slept over, i hate being alone" i explained, "me too" she said with a smile, "sorry, but can we please go somwhere else? i cant stand this crowd" i asked, she nodded, i took her hand in mine, dragging her through the crowd until i found carols bedroom, she wouldnt mind us being in here

"what do you like? any hobbies?" i asked, sitting on the edge of carols bed, ellie sat down next to me, "i love comics, joel somehow finds the best ones, and i have a notebook that i write and draw in" she said happily, "oh no shit? i love comics and drawing too!" i said back with a smile

"so have you and joel been with each other for awhile? he seems pretty protective over you" i asked, "just like, 3 years, but i cant imagine my life without him" she smiled, "i cant imagine my life without my dad, or without a lot of the orginal group, like rick, glenn, carl, carol, maggie, michonne, half the people here are my family"

-

i spent the whole night talking with ellie, she was actually really nice and funny, we told eachother a bunch of our crazy/scary stories from over the years, and what it was like for life before it

carl and enid never showed up, i told her a lot about them, more so carl since me and carl have been together since the start, we grew up together and i dont know what i would do if he died

but we had stayed after hours not realizing the party ended, still in carols room, she opened the door with an exhausted look, she didnt notice us, me and ellie side eyed eachother before we bursted out laughing

that seemed to be a reoccurring occurrence between the two of us, we both kept on bursting out laughing at stupid stuff

but at the sight of ellie, carol put on her sweetheart face again, "oh! girls, im sorry i didnt know you were in here" she said, bringing a hand to her chest, "the parties over?" i asked, after calming down from laughter, "yes, it just ended, and joel was looking for you ellie, you better get back home before he starts to worry more" carol said with a smile, "yeah, thanks for the party mrs.." ellie said as we stood up, "just call me carol, oh and you too aimees, daryl was wandering around for you" she smiled with a nod

and with that me and ellie left her house, as soon as we got out of her house i let out a giggle, "its the end of the world and you're still worried about manners?" i thought outloud, thinking back to how she tried to call carol mrs, "hey! you never know, some adults are really strict about that stuff" she defended

"okay, i guess ill see you tomorrow?" i asked, as we made it infront of her house, "yea sound-" ellie was interrupted with joel yelling her name, "ellie! i looked everywhere for you! where were you? i havent seen you since the party started-"

i just smiled at joels protectiveness and slipped myself away and went back to my house

"hey dad" i smiled, seeing him on the couch, "oh good, i was waiting for you to come back so i could sleep" he said getting up, "you seem happy?" he questioned, i hated parties, so this was weird that i was smiling a bunch after one, "yeah! i hung out with ellie the whole time, shes really funny! i really like her" i said with a hudge grin, "told you, you'd like her" he nodded, not supprised

"so was it just the two of you or was carl and enid there? i didnt see them tonight" he asked, now leaning against the kitchen counter, "just us, i have no idea where carl and enid are, which kind of sucks since i wanted ellie to meet them, but also its good because i really enjoyed hanging out with her alone" i said, my voice bright from talking with ellie for hours

"im glad you had fun" he nodded with a smile, "oh! do you wanna know what! now when i hangout with carl and enid, ellie will be there, so i dont have to third wheel, i mean they were always being so gross infront of me like complimenting each other and stuff, like ew, and now me and ellie can be grossed out together!" i said happily, my dad laughed, "im glad we found ellie and joel too, can you please tell me more in the morning over breakfast? im ready for bed"

"yea, of course, goodnight dad, i love you" i said, giving him a quick hug, "love you sweetheart, get to bed too, its way past when you should be asleep" he said, kissing me on my head, "yea.. yea, whatever" i mumbled sarcasticly as he walked to his bedroom

i turned off the lights and went to my bedroom, i unbuttoned my jeans and went to pull them off when i felt something in my pocket, i sighed, forgetting i had it, as i pulled out the bag of joints

this would have been perfect for me and ellie, would of been 10x funner.

but, i wasnt tired, and now that i was holding up the rolled up cannabis, i really, really wanted it.

i thought about carl and enid, enids never been high before, but me and carl have a few times, and i don't even know where they are. maybe i can have just one joint to myself..

another thing i do on nights when im not tired, is go to my roof and look at the stars, usually while i smoke cigarettes but weeds even better.

i looked out my window to see that the sky was clear, i smiled to myself, i walked over and turned off my lamp, okay, only one. i placed the other two joints in the bag in between my folded shirt in my dresser, letting the one joint hang in between my lips

i opened up my window, cringing at the squeeked noise, i stuck my legs out, letting myself fall onto the roof, i climbed to the back of my house still on the roof so i was facing the big fence and not out in the open, the only way people would be able to see me is if someone specifically looked in my direction through ellies window

i pulled out my lighter and lit the weed, sucking the toxins into my lungs before blowing out

i sat there for a couple minutes looking at the stars above me, they always fasanated me, i looked to the moon, it was a full moon tonight, of maybe it was a just a full waning or waxing gibbous, i dont know to be honest

the sound of a window opening drawed my attention, i shot my head to the sound, joint in between my lips, to see ellie climbing out of her window

i watched as she hopped onto her roof, shutting her window, and hopped from her roof to mine, as our houses were really close together, she let out a pant, from being out of breath

"hey" she said as she stood there above me, she had already changed into pajamas, wearing plaid baggy ones that were too long for her, ones that were previously mine, and she wore the grey thick strapped tanktop i had also given her

her hair was down, something ive never seen of ellie, some of her auburn hair was over shoulders while some was on her back, they reached a couple inches unde her shoulders and her eyes glistened in the moonlight

"uh, aimees? you barley smoked any of that, you good?" she asked with a smile on her face, "oh, yea, im-" i started saying, realizing i just stared at her, but i spoke really loud as i talked not realizing how loud i was being, "shh! come on, i dont want joel or your dad to wake up" she whisper shouted

"right, sorry" i whispered back, she came over to me and sat down, "can i?" she asked, reaching her hand out, i passed her the joint, and watched her as she looked up to the sky, while taking a long drag of it, she closed her eyes as she sucked it, enjoying the feeling

my eyes were beading onto her, watching every detail on her face, the way her eyebrows slightly scrunched as she sucked in, or how she squeezed her eyes, how her soft pink lips fitted against the rolling paper. i was so close to her our shoulders were brushing against each other, and i noticed things about her that i havent noticed before, she had beautiful green eyes, ive noticed her eyes being not brown before, but now i could actually see what color they were, and her freckles complimented her face so well, they danced all around her cheeks and the tip of her button nose. i even got to exaime her brown eyebrows, i could see the slit she had through it, her eyebrows were also pretty straight, but they looked so perfect on her. her side profile was honestly the best ive ever seen in my whole life. the way her lips moved out, how her adorable nose arched perfectly and how- wait are her lips moving?

"aimees?" she asked, okay yeah they were, "sorry, what?" i asked, looking into her eyes, "you zoned out on me again" she commented, "sorry its just, you look really pretty" i said, still mesmerizing her in a trance, she turned to me, i could see her cheeks turning a shade of pink, before she looked back infront of us

thats kind of weird, i mean, i was just saying she looked pretty, i say that to enid all the time and she just compliments me back or says thanks, but ellie got flustered for some reason and tried to hide her face with no comments

we passed the weed arond in silence for a moment, "you do this a lot?" she asked, "usually just with cigarettes, but i got lucky and found this on a run a few weeks ago.. i love the stars"

"i love the moon" she remarked, i looked to her with a smile on my face, "if i could anywhere i'd go there" she said, looking at the moon above her, "can i come with?" i asked, she turned to me, our faces inches apart, "yeah but.. be aware, joels coming too, and hes a big grump sometimes" she answered, i laughed at that, giggling as i rested my forehead on her shoulder to contain myself, i hear giggles come from her too

"okay, shh, shh we have to be quiet" i whispered, leaning back up to face her, "youre telling me to be quiet? youre the one who started laughing!" she said with a smile as the joint hung between her fingers, "urhg, give me that" i said, taking the joint from her and puffing a few

"its not my fault, you make me laugh more then like, anyone ive ever met" i said after a couple seconds in silence, "really?" she asked looking back to me, "mhm" i nodded, letting out another giggle at nothing, which caused ellie to giggle with me too, we fell onto eachother laughing up a storm, "oh! oh my god! i cant breath!" ellie said inbetween laughs, "stop!" i cried, gripping her thigh for support, trying to catch my breath

we kept on laughing like that for probably too long, after a few minutes, i ended up even closer then before, our laughter dying down but smiles still held on our faces

"whats your last name?" i asked her out of the blue, which caused us to laugh a little some more, "williams?" she sid in a questioning tone, "w-why did you say it like that? are you sure thats your last name or did you make it up because-"

"no! no! thats real, my last name is williams, i was just- cause you asked so randomly!" she explained, "okay, well, ellie williams, you-" i said, pointing at her and using a tone for the word you, "-are my new favorite person"

"and you- aime-" she stopped for a moment, "whats your last name?" she whispered, "dixon" i whispered back, "you! aime dixon, are my new favorite person" she said, usuing a tone and pointing at me for you like i did, but usuing a tone and pointing at herself for me

this caused us both to laugh again, i guess weed made us a bit giggly, we seemed to be eliciting laughter not matter what

"you know what we should do?" i asked, "hmm?" she hummed, i took a puff a weed, noticing it was almost all gone, "we should get married"

i noticed her cheeks start to turn red, "i mean, how could i not want to marry you! look how cute you are with your blushing" i said with a hudge smile, "i accept, mrs williams" ellie said to me with blush still wearing her face, "aime williams! hm, i like the sound of that!" i laughed

"hey, i have idea" i said, looking down at the blunt, "yea wife?" she asked, "my dear husband, we could finish this joint in one puff, shall i shotgun it to you?" i asked with a smirk, "first of all, wife, im your wife, secondly, i dont know what that is" she deadpanned, i let out a couple giggles from her

"okay, well if im the wife, how can you be the wife? anyways, why dont i just show you what a shotgun is?" i offered, still smirking, "hmm, okay fine" she said with a smile, unsure with what was to come

i smirked devilishly, i blew the rest of the joint into my mouth, before flicking it off the house, i brought my hands to ellies face, moving her face to mine, my eyes were closed but i could tell she was blushing

ellies mouth was slightly ajar in shock, so i blew the smoke into her mouth, the feeling of her warm, soft, silk lips, her nose tickling with mine and the way my stomach was attacking itself with a swarm of butterflies from us touching like this

the weed did something to me, because i couldnt help myself, and without any thoughts, only the feeling of want, i pressed my lips more firm to hers, and moved them onto hers, my lips were dancing on hers and she didnt move.

i lifted my lips up for a split second, releasing the smoke from our mouths, i pulled away, realizing what i had just done, my eyes started to feel with tears looking down at her, my hands still holding her face, only inches away. i was so goddamn embarrassed and mad at myself. why the fuck would i do that? i dont even like girls, im not gay, and i definitely dont like a girl i just met 4 days ago. it had to be the weed because im not a lesbian, and judged by the complete silence between us, and ellies face, she isnt eithe-

my angered thoughts were interrupted as ellie leaned into me, tilted her head as she pressed her blushed face to mine, now our lips danced together, i could smell her breath, it smelt of mint toothpaste and marijuana, but i wanted more of it, i wanted to taste it

as ellies hands gripped my shoulders, and mine gripped her face, i brushed my tongue against her lips, getting a slight taste of her, she didnt open her mouth, so i took my left hand from her cheek and placed it on her waist, rubbing her skin and plulling her closer to me, the sudden contact made her mouth open slightly, and i took that as an opportunity to slip my tongue into hers

not only was the smell of marijuana filling my nose, but the smell of the shampoo i gave her was lingering, i think the scent was lavander, either way, it smelt good, delicious, and i wanted even more

i honestly was starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy, so i pulled away for a moment, i sucked in the air to catch my breath, but my mouth was covered again by ellies lips

this time, her tongue filled my mouth, our tongues danced, as i started to fall backwards from her leaning on me, i felt so carried away and a feeling i never felt before filled my body

i pulled away from her, standing up and dragging her up with me, we had our foreheads pressed together, panting, "come on" i whispered, as i looked into her red eyes, i pulled away from our embrace, taking her hand in mind, pulling her to the side of my window, i climbed in first, helping her climb in too

once she got in, i shut the window and shut the blinds, our light pants cramming the room, i turned around to for a pair of hands pressing against my waist and shoving me against the wall, i was met once again with her lips

i couldn't help, from the sudden action, and melting deep into the kiss, and the feeling of her hands rubbing on me, i let out a small moan into her mouth, i hadnt realized it until it already left

my cheeks went red from embarrassment, hoping she didnt hear, but she pulled away, i couldnt bare to look her in her eyes, i stared at the ground, looking down at our socked feet on the carpet

ellies right hand moved off of my waist, i thought she was about to freak out and leave or something, but she placed a hand on my chin, and lifted it so my face was forced to meet hers, i expected her face to be filled with disgust, but she had a smirk on her face, her freckled cheeks bright red

"dont be shy, you have a pretty voice" she whispered, butterflies formed my heat. not my stomach, but below.

i looked at her dumbfounded, i never felt this way before. i didnt know what was going to happen after all this, what me and ellies relationship would be by tomorrow, i didnt know if i was gay- but i did know that i wanted more of her touch, i wanted to feel her touch, not only on me, but in me.

i pulled pulled the back of her neck onto my face to be met with mine, our kiss even more passionate then before, my knees felt so weak, like i could collapse at any moment, so my hands were balled into a fist gripping her tankop. her hands were squeezing my skin, i couldnt help it, i wanted to feel more of her skin

i lifted my left hand from her tanktop, and lowered them to the hem of it, before i stuck my hand underneath, trailing my hand against her skin, i stopped once my hand got to her bra, unsure of how far she wanted this to go, but her hand lifted from my waist and pulled my wrist up and underneath her bra, allowing me to feel her shape and soft skin

instead of ellies hand resting back on my waist, she snaked it under my jeans, and i felt her squeeze my ass, i had to pull away from our kiss as i let out a grunt, it would have probably came out a moan if i didnt keep my mouth squeezed shut and tried to hold it

we made out rubbing eachother for a few moments before ellies hand slid out of my jeans, i was disappointed until i felt her hands yank at the waist of my jeans, they were still unbuttoned so all she did was slid them off of me, i broke our kiss to step out of them

ellies hands went straight to the back of my bare theighs, "jump" she grunted, her voice deep and raspy, i did what she said, i jumped so my legs were wrapped around her waist as she still held me up by my theighs

as we shared a sloppy yet passionate kiss, i felt my back lift from the wall, ellie brough us across the room, and i felt myself get dropped into my bed

i could see ellie from the moon that lit our room, she crawled ontop of me, hovering over me as our hands and lips connected once again to eachother

she trailed her kiss to my jawline, i felt like i was to explode, i tilted my head so she could get more of my neck

i shouldnt be doing this, but i want to, but dads downstairs, hes asleep, but im high, we both are

my own thoughts fought eachother, i tried to bring myself to stop it, but i couldnt.

my fingertips rested on the fabric of ellies tanktop, i pulled her away for a moment, pulling off the grey top over her head, my eyes went straight to her body, and god did i feel faint.

she had a grey calvin klein sports bra on, my mouth was starting to water.

ellies hands went to my tanktop, i lifted my arms so that she could pull them over my head, i was nervous, especially since i didnt have a bra on, but i wanted it too much to stop

ellie and i stared at eachothers bodies for a moment, she leaned back in and connected her lips straight to my sweetspot of my neck, at the same time her hand went and messaged my boob, ellie was doing things to me because i couldn't even hold in my moans anymore

ellie left a trail of bruises down my neck as she went down more, and connected her lips to my nipple, my hand went to the back of her hair, squeezing her roots, right when i did so i could faintly hear ellie moan into my skin- she likes hair pulling, noted

ellie kissed my one breast and messaged my other, as i squirmed under her holding her hair

"ellie.." i whisper-moaned. "yea, babe?" she mumbled through her kisses, i felt hotter from her nickname, "please.." i whispered, i couldnt handle it anymore

ellie brought her hand and rested it between my legs, but it was inches away from my core, i squeezed my thighs together to try to make some sort of friction, but ellie moved her hands and pressed my knees away from eachother, "please what?" she asked in a dominant voicd, she obviously knew what i wanted, but wanted to hear me say it

"please-" i tried to get a full sentance out in one go, but that was near impossible, my fingertips rested on ellies pants, streching the fabric wanting them off, i was completely topless and had my pants off, yet ellie had a bra on and pants

ellie got off of me for a moment, taking her pants off, which i silently thanked her in my head for, "please what?" she asked again, her voice more raspy then before, "touch me" i moaned, she smirked, leaning in and kissing me again, i missed her lips and the taste of them

she rubbed her hand up slowly, her finger brushing against my cunt. without even thinking, my hand shot to ellies hand that was in between my theighs, and pushed it more towards it

as ellie grunted, she moved my underwear to the side, letting her fingers drag along my slit, "this wet for me baby?" she panted, "all for you" i replied, instantly connecting our lips after

ellie teased me, tracing her fingers up and down my wetness, i sunk my hips down more, trying to get more, ellie broke our kiss with a small laugh, she gave my lips another sweet kiss before she pulled away from my face, i looked up at her confused but my confused face was shortly changed to arousal, as she slipped her middle finger partly inside me

she slowly pumped her finger more into me, causing my head to go back on my pillow, ive touch myself before, but nobody had ever touched me, this was a complete new experience for me

as she pumped them in and out, i felt her start to grind her hips onto my theigh, all the fricton, i started to let out more and more moans, my mouth was closed so they werent as loud

i felt her add her ring finger in me, and curling them around my walls, her hips grinding with more pressure,i let my jaw fall, and furred my eyebrows as i moaned, ellies hand went straight to my mouth, covering any noises that escaped.. i realized for a split second that- oh that was really loud and could of easily woke up my dad- but the feeling of her fingers twirling around in me made me instantly forget about it

i couldnt help but start to grind onto her fingers, rocking my hips up and down. ellies hand slowly moved off of my mouth to grip on my hip, letting out a moans with me, her voice was so hot it made me even wetter. she then moved her hand down even more, i thought it couldnt get any better but she started to rub my clit

"mmfpph.. ell- ellie- i-" i screched, i felt my stomach tie into a tight knot, my body froze as i squeezed my eyes, while my hips stopped moving, ellies hands only sped up, and her hips started to move faster, practically jumping up and down on me, "ellie" i whinned, my eyes rolling back as i felt myself release, ellie grinded on me until her hips froze, "hh- hfphmhmm"ellie moaned, also coming to a finish, i watched her as she leaned her head back, mouth ajar, eyebrow's squishing together.

the room was filled with heavy pants- our chests going up and down as if we just had a near death experience

we stared at eachother trying to catch our breaths, ellies hair was clouding all around her face, her hair falling to her shoulders, really messy compared to how it was an hour ago, in which it was neatly brushed

ellie looked so beautiful, but there were two things i realized as i stared at her

1. we are still high as shit

2. ellie williams, a girl i met a few days ago, just fucked me

[tsukacchako]

BURSTS IN. as always do whoever u want <3 AND IM SORRY I WANTED TO PICK A QUEFSTION FROM EACH CATEGORYSDOGISDFJ 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool?

LMAOOOOOOO NO UR TOTALLY FINE ask as many as you want :3

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

MHA!ANKOKU: loves to draw, play the guitar and take walks by himself

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

BRANDON: brandon's favorite type of music is rock, he and his older brother were never close, and often has nightmares ALNST!ANKOKU: likes to listen to other peoples conversations (not in a stalker way just in an "i need to know how humans interact" kinda way), believes he used to have a twin who died but this is just keeron lying to him, and after The Incident he used to wear an eyepatch that he still has but doesn't wear as often

🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?

this one's gonna be for all of them MHA!ANKOKU: gay asexual trans man, he/him pronouns ALNST!ANKOKU: aroace trans man, he/him pronouns CINDY: cis lesbian girl, she/her pronouns BRANDON: cis bisexual boy, he/him pronouns THEO: genderqueer queer person, he/him pronouns

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

CINDY: i think the most important thing to cindy is music. even when she was struggling with brandon's death and all the harsh treatment she faced from the teachers at ANAKT, she still had music to guide and help her

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

honestly i only drink water so my ocs only like water T-T

😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool?

THEO: theo does not get stressed easily, but when he does everything is hell

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[sithgoddess19]

My beloved OC/wife 🤧💍

So, my first ever transformers OC, I have

Meet blacklight :) honestly blacklight had always been my comfort OC. Literally after rewatching the first and fourth transformers movie back in early 2022, I just straight up make her without a thought and even if my OC, she’s my wife. Now don’t ask about the hair I have two reasons, 1: I was in the early stage of drawing transformers 2: I got inspired by elita one in transformers animated. Okay enough about this, here are some basic info

Name: Blacklight

Fractions: autobot

alt mode: SSC Ultimate aero

Personlity: she may be cold and deadly meaning some may mistake her as decepticon, but she really nice and caring sometimes like a mother

Backstory: Blacklight was only a sparkling when her parent were killed by the decepticon, ratchet found her in the alleyway and took her in, during her years of training. blacklight was just a normal cybertonian kid, when in the mid age, she was very close even best family friends to megatron and sential prime, but when starting the fall of cyberton, she was sad and shock to see megatron as the new leader of decepticon when she was fighting, she got caught in one with tempest, tempest rips blacklight left eye out ((then blacklight rips her head off during the chicago battle >:3)), blacklight was close to dead but once again optimus and ratchet save her, replace her eye with a eyepatch. When the autobot were tolded to head to earth, blacklight landed on earth in the mid 1980s, during her time, she watch human as they normally live but during that time, blacklight was developing some anger and rage feeling that she should revenge them which wasn't the autobot way but she felt them. In late 1990s, she was bought by a human named dave and they become close….too close. (i'll so write her life in the battles or the future)

relationship status: she is poly, she was in love with dave but she found she poly so she fell for wheelie (he act differently in my au btw), then crosshairs and fangsnap

(damn that alot and if say smash, I will find you/j)

[lorei-writes]

Hello sorry to bother please can I have touches with Jean Fluff 💌💌 Thank you 🙏🙏🤗🤗

Hello there!

I hope you don't mind the long wait... But maybe it is for the better? Because it's just occurred to me, this story would work best with your OC... So forgive me for not asking, but I thought it may make for a nice surprise? ^^"

»All the things we choose to share«

Jean x Julia ( @queengiuliettafirstlady's OC) Fluff ~500 words Content Warnings: none

In Chartreuse Eyes

Various cushions strewn around the bed sighed, the surface of the blankets heaving yet again as a pair of gloved hands reached for the pillow. Julia held back a whimper, her brows knitting and her heart pounding, what blood still circulated in her veins raising to her cheeks despite her desperate attempts to quell her embarrassment. A cornered creature, more mystical than real in her disarray, she sunk further into the sea of blankets and duvets.

“Miss Julia…” A voice, as sweet as wild honey and as gentle as spring mizzle, attempted to coax her out of the depths. “Please, sit up. I can’t fluff up your pillows as you’ve taught me to unless you do.”

Chartreuse green eyes opened with a flutter of long lashes, more doll-like than human. Still safely hidden behind the veil of black waves, they glanced around the room, from the dresser and the baby breaths sitting in a vase, to the velvet curtains, the drawn-back canopy over the bed… to finally settle at the figure to her right and his amethyst gaze, as soft as violet petals. Reluctantly, she gave in to Jean’s request and slowly emerged, clad but in a thin nightdress. Her skin seemed paler than the bleached linen.

It took only a moment, only a couple breaths and Julia was free to burrow herself in her solitude again. It was more comfortable, truly – yet it also pricked her, as did his clumsy fingers when he tucked her in, or those soft lips that smiled only for her. She knew Jean meant to reassure her. That it was out of care. Yet what of it? Alluring poison, little else, the most opulent promise of emerald ivy. It was still her error that led them to this place. To think she’d fall off a horse, during a riding lesson no less…

“Sir Arthur said the initial soreness should pass within a couple days at most,” he said, still standing watch by her bed. “Be strong, Mademoiselle.”

Julia pursed her lips, their pale pink turning white under the pressure. “Jean… Please. The last thing I want to do is to be of trouble… I’ve already caused enough of it… and our lesson today…”

“I brought the book.”

“You did?”

The jacket scrutinised the room from its place at the back of the chair; likewise, the rapier seemed rather curious. It was only the boots that trained their vamps on the door, as if wary of any visitors. Gloves lay discarded. Eyepatch, however, stayed, the last garment upholding the pretence of it being still official, still guided by nothing but purely philanthropic care. Jean wrapped his arms around Julia’s waist, and she fell into his chest, a copy of Blue beard clutched in her hands. His breath nicked the nape of her neck. The cover snapped open and she leaned into Jean’s embrace, any residual pain melting under the warmth brought forth by his touch.

“Once on a time… there was a man who had fine town and — country houses, gold and silver p-plate,” Jean began reading, his voice a hesitant, hushed whisper. But it was fine.

“Embroidered furniture, and coaches gilt all over…”

Wherever he’d stumble, Julia would pick it up herself. She could not mind. She could never mind.

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Yay! I got more of this edited to a point where I’m happy with it. I also decided to make it part of the prologue so i need to write a transition for this part and the first part when i put it together. This took forever but I don’t want to rush on anything, i want characters i think would be curious ask about things since it is two very different worlds interacting with each other. Oh my god though, I am really wanting to just skip a lot of the little world building to write the parts I really wanna write. I have started those but I want to get the important beginnings of the whole story set up properly. Once again, thank you for reading, even if it’s just a little bit. I really just love sticking my ocs into other places out of their comfort zones even when i think i may write characters a bit ooc.

Story under the cut!

Prologue part 2:

Consi sat bundled up in his coat on the couch, staring down Nyx. A ghost it called itself. He knew he was in another world, he couldn’t rationally explain any of the creatures here. The only thing that looked even close to something similar back home was the human that looked like a hyur. Devrim Kay, the ghost called him.

Devrim stared Consi down as the ghost described how he had shown up in Maevic Square while it was searching for its future guardian. Consi wasn’t all too sure what happened in the haze of waking up and having to run when the howl of creatures sounded off. The ghost had called them Eliksni. Devrim was concerned. “Neither of you got injuries?” Devrim asked, looking over the ghost and Consi.

“The ghost…” Consi had to pause for a moment to remember the machine’s species. If it was even a species. “It got hit near its eye. It’s been flashing colors but otherwise we are okay.” Consi explained unsure of what was going to happen to him but Devrim wasn’t disturbed by his presence or how he looked. Not even his eyepatch unnerved him like it had others back home. Maybe there were other miqo’tes? He doubted it. He was hurt as well but compared to the ghost, he was just sore and probably bruised very badly at his neck and upper back. Maybe a mild concussion. He wasn’t sure. He still had the aetherical shield when he hit the pillar and blacked out.

“My optics got damaged but I am alright. I just cannot scan or send calls at the moment. Can you call for Ikora? She will understand what to do.” Nyx suggested to Devrim who nodded. Consi pulled his jacket closer to him. He didn’t like this but Devrim nor the ghost tried to hurt him so this had to be his safest bet. Nyx had lead him to what seemed to be safety. He listened as Devrim called Ikora on a device he didn’t recognize informing her of the situation.

Minutes went by in silence. Consi was exhausted from the ordeal. Being shot at was never fun and he was lucky none of the Eliksni could aim. Consi settled more into his spot on the couch, curling up against the arm of the couch. Devrim kept up his silent vigil in his church. The ghost hovered between them, bobbing up and down to entertain itself. Consi was wondering why it was still even here. Wasn’t it searching for someone?

Fu-wump!

Consi startled as a strange sound filled the church. He couldn’t tell what it was but from the chuckle coming from Devrim he knew it was nothing. “Relax. It is someone friendly. Never heard transmats before?” Devrim asked, teasing Consi. Consi shook his head as his tail fluffed up and curled around his legs. He’s never even heard of a transmat. “Ah. Don’t have them back home then I assume. Well don’t you worry. It must be Ikora and her Hidden.”

Both could hear chatter down below them but Consi couldn’t make it out with the sounds of Eliksni outside. The sounds forced Devrim to go back to his vigil while a woman and two people in armored robes came up the steps. Consi locked eyes with them, his ears pressing against his head.

These people were even more saturated in light then his husbands who were Warriors of Light back home. They held more light than the little ghost who guided him here. The woman–Ikora, Consi assumed–matched his gaze before turning to Devrim. “Is this who you were talking about Devrim?” She asked, sounding as stern as she looked.

His tail just wound tighter around him but he kept his hands away from his weapon. Consi couldn’t tell what the other two were thinking. They wore helmets that hid their faces but by their stances Consi could only assume they could sense the dark aether inside of him. He ignored Ikora and Devrim speaking with the little ghost. He kept his gaze on the two soldiers Ikora brought with her. He could see the knives and guns they held on their armor.

“Are you alright?” Consi jumped in his own skin before matching Ikora’s gaze that was now on him. He nodded. “No injuries? The ghost tells me you have had quite the journey.” She inquired calmly. Consi just nodded again, no need to worry about the bruising now. He crossed his arms to keep himself bundled up. She sighed softly. “I apologize if we scared you. We’ve not encountered a situation like this before. Will you come with us? Maybe we can find a way to help you and learn what has happened.” She suggested, holding a hand out to Consi who just stared at it.

Consi swallowed before reaching out, taking her hand. He stood up with her help. “Does anyone know where I am?” He asked hesitantly, unsure of how to go about any of this. “I don’t even know how I got here. I was in my home preparing to go to bed…” Consi started before stopping. He wasn’t even sure what happened. His memories were clear but this was strange even for the standards back home. Those were strange enough!

Nyx tucked itself in the collar of his jacket making him jump before it spoke. “You’re in the EDZ! I am not sure how long you have been out cold for but we’ll help you once I get fixed up. Right Ikora?” Consi saw Ikora nod. Well it helped his nerves but he still felt something may go wrong. “Please relax. I can feel your heart pounding. Ikora won’t hurt you. She’s stern but caring!”

Ikora simply smiled. Consi knew she was just being polite. “Nyx is right. We won’t hurt someone who needs help. We would like to ask a few questions but I can see you need rest. We’ll go about how to solve your problem as soon as you have rested and Nyx is fixed.” Ikora instructed, seeing Consi practically deflate with exhaustion. Consi nodded before both gave their goodbyes while Consi picked up his gunblade.

Consi’s heart skipped a beat when his surroundings suddenly changed. He nearly even dropped his gunblade! He could see he was on a ship above the ruined city. “I probably should have warned you.” He heard Nyx say while Ikora helped him sit down since he had began to sway. Consi kept quiet since it was possible he was dizzy from a concussion. “Transmatting for the first time can be disorienting.”

“Stay sitting and put on your seatbelt. This may be jarring for you. Does your home have space faring ships?” Ikora asked him to help him calm himself while he shakily put the seatbelt on with Nyx’s guidance.

“N-no. Well… There was only one and it got wrecked.” Consi told her. “We aren’t this advanced.” He took a few deep breaths before squeaking as the ship began moving in formation with two others. Consi gazed out the window, his breath taken away. “This… This is your home?”

“Yes. This is Earth. We are currently headed towards where we live. A place known as the Last City.” Ikora explained while her ghost piloted the ship. It took a few hours but soon the city came into view. To say the view was breathtaking would be disrespectful in Consi’s opinion. It was larger than any other city Consi has visited. It almost reminded him of Amaurot with the skyscrapers peeking up from the rest of the buildings inside the walls. “This is where we will be staying. You’ll be with me inside the Tower. It is the main area where guardians like myself and my Hidden reside.”

Consi couldn’t respond but a squeak left him as the ship lurched downwards. He settled down seeing the biggest tower come into view from the cockpit. He could see an area full of other ships while nerves began to take over. Ikora stood up while the ship landed, a cloak roughly his size appearing in her hands. “For now, wear this. I don’t want any trouble to come from our more trouble-making guardians. It’s been a rough few weeks.” She told him, frowning. Consi could tell as it had been daytime over the EDZ. He knew it had only been a short trip. Darkness like this wouldn’t happen that quick.

Consi unbuckled his seatbelt, pulling the cloak on before letting out confused hum as Nyx ducked into his cloak. “I want to stay nearby.” The ghost explained. Consi just left Nyx be.

Following Ikora proved to be difficult while trying to keep the cloak on. Her two Hidden joined them, having landed just a few minutes after. They kept Consi in sight and even helped him not get lost since Ikora was on a mission and moving quickly while Consi was trying to see what he could while following. The Tower was busy. People in armor were everywhere with all sorts of weapons attached to holsters or slung over their shoulders onto their backs.

“Come on, we’ll try to show you around when it is allowed. Ikora sadly has much to do.” The robed Hidden told him after resting a hand on his shoulder. Consi nodded, following both of them. He could feel the stares of a few people around him but paid them no mind so he could keep the hood on without it falling. It was rather uncomfortable for him but their journey across the tower soon led into what seemed to be a military operations base.

Ikora turned to him after they went toward a private room. “You can take your cloak off now. I apologize if that was uncomfortable.” She paused in the middle of the room, gesturing for him to enter the room while the two Hidden left. “We’ll be staying here for a bit. Just so you can rest but before then, may I please have a name?”

Consi’s eyes went wide before he smiled partially at Ikora. “You can call me Consi.” He began, “I didn’t realize I never gave my name to anyone… I’m sorry about that.”

“There is no need to apologize. It’s been a harrowing day for you. Now rest.” Her ghost appeared, creating a small bed though Consi couldn’t make out how her ghost did that. Nyx flew out of his cloak while Consi began to take it off. Ikora continued, “I’ll take Nyx with me to get them repaired. The Hidden outside will be there if you need them. Rest well Consi.” She left with a smile. The door created a small clicking sound as it closed behind her.

Consi set the cloak down on the chair before taking off his more protective coat and armored boots. “What a mess…” He muttered to himself before letting himself flop onto the bed on his side. He was now stuck here in a world so vastly different from his home. He didn’t even know if he was safe. Who were these people? Ikora seemed to be a leader. A frown tugged at his lips. He’ll have to ask or find out for himself. He didn’t want to become a prisoner again.

His eyes began to feel heavy as exhaustion tugged at him again. Rolling onto his side, Consi tugged up the blanket that had been given to him. It was rather comfortable and sleep came rather quickly, his nerves about the situation melting away with each soft breath.

Consi woke to warmth, the weight of a thick blanket, and the sound of a door creaking open. A soft groan left his lips while he slowly sat up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. His neck was awfully sore, making it a bit difficult to turn his head but he made it work. A voice spoke up, causing Consi to cover his left eye quickly. He could see his eye patch slipped off in his sleep.

“Did we wake you?” Consi heard before focusing in on Ikora standing there while Nyx floated in the air beside her. He shook his head, picking up his eye patch. “Good. It looks like you slept well. We’ve been gone for most of the day.” She informed him while taking a seat in a nearby chair. Consi wrestled himself out of the blankets, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Are you hungry?” Another shake of his head no while he tied his eye patch on, securing it. “Alright.”

Minutes ticked by while Ikora patiently waited for Consi to wake up. He had slept like a rock and it was easy to see that. It didn’t take long for him to shake sleep from his brain and soon met her gaze. “Sorry… I didn’t expect to sleep so hard. How long has it been?” He asked, his ears perking up while Nyx darted over and nuzzling his head.

“You’ve been asleep for ten hours!” Nyx chimed in before Ikora could answer. “I’m all fixed up. Well as best as I could be.” Consi finally noticed the screen that made up Nyx’s ‘eye’ was still glitching out. He frowned but Nyx spun happily. “I don’t mind! As long as I can do everything else, it’ll be good.”

“They didn’t want to take him apart. They were worried it would have damaged his optics more than they already were.” Ikora explained while sitting there patiently with a tablet now in her hands. Another few awkward minutes passed by while Consi stared down Ikora tapping away on her tablet. He could see a blank page being brought up before the tablet disappeared in a shimmer of light. “May I ask that we start with a few questions? Nyx showed me how you appeared in the square, however, I am not sure what you remember or what you are.” Consi simply nodded. “May I know what you are Consi?”

He paused, unsure of how to approach this. His tail curled and flicked while he thought about how to explain what he is. Does he tell her that he’s a miqo’te? Does he explain how he’s fused to the darkness or leave that out for now? Consi shifted in his spot. “I am what people back home call a Miqo’te. We simply have feline features.” Consi explained, pausing for a moment. “We also have a bit easier time with jumping and eyesight. Not as well as other creatures but compared to other humans we’re a bit more agile. I’m a mix between two sub-races, but the differences between the two are minimal in my opinion.”

Ikora politely listened to the whole explanation. “Are there other races to humanity? We don’t see many differences like animal features on humans here.” She questioned. He could hear she was curious at how diverse his home was.

“There are many races, though some aren’t human like but have human intelligence. There are the Au ri, a race of people with horns, lizard like tails, and scales. The Elezen, which are the closest to regular Hyur. They are simply taller and have more pointed ears. Hyur which are like you just without powers if they weren’t mages.” Consi paused trying to go down the list in his mind. “The Lalafell which are miniature Hyur’s. They have pointed ears and averaged around a maximum of three feet tall.” Ikora looked surprised at this but didn’t interrupt. “The Hrothgar which are the more animalistic type of race. They remind me of lions. There are many beastkin as well. The list is long and I’m not sure how to describe them to you. Our creatures may differ.”

“That’s alright. We can always have this conversation again if you are comfortable with it.” Consi agreed with a nod. Ikora moved on. “Do you remember how you got here?”

“Vaguely. I was preparing to go to bed within my apartment. I remember hearing mechanical sounds that didn’t match the noises of the pipework that run my home or the hums of my generators. A rustling of leaves too but none of my plant-life was moving.” Consi’s eyebrows furrowed together, a frown forming on his lips. “I remember being tugged into a bright light with something beeping at me almost screeching. I don’t remember how I escaped though I know I made my armor appear as I’m in it right now. I know I was tackled into another portal before being tossed by whatever chased me and firing a shot from my gunblade at it. I don’t remember much after that. I know I hit something and the force knocked me unconscious.”

Ikora kept quiet while Consi finished his story. “Your entrance matches what Nyx showed me. You had hit a concrete pillar of a ruined building in Maevic Square. Luckily, you weren’t unconscious for long. We’ll have to get you checked for any damage you can’t feel.” Ikora said aloud, glancing to her side where her ghost appeared. It spun its shell knowing what it was being asked for. “May I see your back? I called for a medic.” 

Consi frowned a bit before nodding, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He pulled his shirt gently, slowly pulling it up over his head. He glanced over at Ikora who he knew was immediately making note of the markings on his skin. Swallowing back his nerves, he shifted to the left on the bed to give Ikora room before she settled on the bed beside him. 

“The back of your neck is bruised badly. I’m surprised you even woke up.” She commented, running her fingers along the bruise lightly. Consi couldn’t help but grab onto the bed tightly. It hurt. Even the lightest touch made the area tender and sent a dull pain across his shoulders. Ikora didn’t say anything to that, nor did Consi. 

A knock at the door. “Come in.” Ikora commanded. The door slowly opened and a lady stepped in. She seemed middle aged. Consi wasn’t sure. She didn’t have many wrinkles, her face was narrow, and her fiery orange hair was pulled back into a bun. He noticed quickly that she held a lack of Light. Lightless? 

“Hey! You called for me?” She began, not mentioning Consi’s appearance. He watched her begin to walk closer, holding her tablet where she could type. 

“Yes. I believe he may have gotten a concussion after we found him.” Ikora explained. “He’s got bruising on the back of his neck and shoulders that seem to be tender.”

Consi kept quiet, unsure why the lady was typing away on her tablet about his problem before producing a small tool from the bag at her hip. “Can I look at your eyes?” She asked him. 

His ears went back. His right eye isn't… normal to put it lightly. He didn’t want any of them to see it. Consi frowned but he'll allow it. There’s no need to hide anything from them. “Yes…” He murmured. He let the lady maneuver his head keeping his right eye open for her to look at.

“This may be bright so I apologize for any discomfort. Tell me if it hurts your eye.” She warned before a light flashed in his eye.

Consi hissed as he recoiled. His eyes watered and he blinked. He could feel Ikora’s hand hovering at his back. “What the fuck?” He complained, keeping quieter as his head was beginning to hurt.

“I’m sorry. I needed to check and see if your eye would react to bright light. Good news is that it does. Bad news is that you seem to be sensitive to bright light at the moment. Is that normal for you?”

“No!” He moved his hand off his eye, blinking to get the rest of the tears out of his eye. “Sparked a headache too.” He informed her while wiping his eye. 

“May I check your other eye? I won’t flash the bright light this time.” She was patient. Consi was glad for that. He hesitantly tugged at his eyepatch before pulling it off. He kept it closed for a moment till deciding to open it slowly. “Oh my… What happened to this eye?” She questioned, gently maneuvering his head so she could see it better. “It looks like a small galaxy took over your entire eye.” 

He kept quiet, swallowing back his nerves as he could see Ikora staring down his left eye. Consi sat back as the medic let go of his head and began asking him questions. Where was he? What’s his name? Questions he knew helped her figure out if the hit affected his mental functions. He did tell her about the headache. At the end of the examination, she declared he most likely did have a mild concussion and needed to rest. He simply nodded, knowing he was going to do that anyway. Not much he could do here.

After the medic left, Consi was left awkwardly sitting across from Ikora. He had already put his shirt back on. He wasn’t comfortable with the staring. Ikora was the first to break the silence.

“Now, I must pry a bit as you know we can sense the darkness in you and it is plain to see what it has done to your body. My Hidden told me about it and how defensive you were at first. We do not mean any harm as you’ve not caused any issues but as a Vanguard of our city…” Ikora trailed off seeing Consi grow tense. Both knew what she was going to say. She needed to know in case any danger was brought to her home. “Please tell me.”

Consi didn’t meet her eyes, trying to formulate an answer while Nyx hovered by his side to try and comfort him. He swallowed heavily before looking up. “I am sorry. I wasn’t prepared to sense as much light as I did. No one back home has as much as you and your guardians do. I thought I was in danger.” He explained before taking a deep breath to ease his anxiety. “I guess this needs a bit of context. Back home we have what we call Warriors of Light. They hold the blessing of the once primal or god of light that lived in our universe.” He leaned forward a bit, resting his elbows on his thighs. “They are our champions or really protectors if they know they have it.

“We all know the stories of the light versus the dark. For a long time we didn’t know about this but there is an antithesis to the Warriors of Light. They are just more rare.” Consi continued, swallowing back his nerves. “I am one of those but not by choice. Their fight has long been over with but… The effects of it still linger. We all still have our blessings. I had to lean into mine to survive it.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you lean into it?”

“I’m not sure how to explain how I did it but our home has other worlds however, we can’t travel through space. These worlds also aren’t connected through space but by rifts that cut through the veil between the Source and its thirteen reflections.” Consi informed her, waving his hands a few times, trying to think of how to explain it. “I went to the world that was consumed by darkness in a failed attempt to rejoin it.” He knew that would make no sense but he didn’t want to give a history lesson. “I am fused to the darkness due to what I did, however, I’m not comfortable sharing that. I guess you could say I willingly corrupted myself to survive.”

“While I would like to know more I will not pry for now. It explains the darkness that we can feel from you.” Ikora reassured him. “Thank you for explaining it to me.” Consi knew she was being diplomatic despite the curiosity that filled her eyes. He thought she must be a scholar at heart despite her leadership role. “And your eye patch? Why do you wear it?”

“The fusion changed how my left eye looked as you saw. I can still see through it but most find it disturbing to look at.” Consi told her, glancing down at the floor. “I keep it on to hide it.” Ikora nodded, understanding the logic. Silence filled the air for a few moments as Consi watched her type into her tablet. He wasn’t surprised she was taking notes. He didn’t even find it rude. Simply something he was used to due to his condition.

 “I think that will be enough questions. I do not believe you are any danger to us, if you need a place to stay we can provide one. I know a few people who may be able to help you find a way home once we solve the problem of this Endless Night.”

Consi looked surprised before relaxing. “A place to stay would be nice. I am not entirely useless. I may be able to help.” He offered.

“We do not wish to risk your life. You only have one.” She informed him. “You can stay here for now in the H.E.L.M. I can try to explain as much as I can about our world to you though I feel you may get overwhelmed.” She paused, taking a moment to think. “I will be too busy to answer them all but I know of two who may be able to help you more than I can. They won’t be back for a few days however.”

Consi tilted his head, one ear perking up before flicking. “Well… I am stuck here for the unforeseeable future. I can take it slow.” He watched as Ikora nodded in agreement before sitting back down in her chair.

“Of course. I have a few hours as well. What would you like to know?”

[shuuen-no-cimory]

To Cook a Lobster, Start by Breaking its Shield [A Projectmoon OC Fanfiction]

Language: English Rating: M

WARNING: Violence, gore, heavy language, Blood, mention of cannibalism– The usual District 23 shenanigans, really.]

PREVIEW: “Oh yes, praise me! I know my dish is so amazing it catches you speechless now!”

She’s fucking insane and he’s royally messed up. How could he mess up his very first escort mission? Not to mention when the client was a person quite THAT important? How would his leader respond TO THIS?

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Notes: This is a one year old long fanfic of my fixer OC (Theta) and my friend Geppie on Discord's fixer OC (Nero), sets in District 23 Mirror World AU! I did the illust since last year but ony manage to finish this fic yesterday to celebrate 1st year anniversary of our Project Moon TTRPG campaign, Tunas Office! I hope you may enjoy it!

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A shield exists to protect.

A shield has to be sturdy and immovable, no matter what it has to endure.

That’s how a Zwei Fixer is idealistically supposed to be. Whoever asks for their protection, whenever it is, and wherever they have to be, a Zwei Fixer shall be ready to shield them from any trouble. They'll stand for their client, for the people in The City. However, one may have a question: what if they're the one who fell into trouble themselves? Who would wield the shield for them?

This question came to Theta's mind as she sharpened her carving knife. Her eye wouldn't stop bouncing from the glisten over its blade to the Zwei Association badge tucked on the unconscious man's jacket.

Today's batch came in a bit earlier through her backdoor, surprisingly it was a plus-one batch. It might be great to get a free meat stock, but having too much on a day? That'd be wasteful. Not to mention when this plus-one could be quite a trouble to handle if not dealt properly.

"... Guess I shouldn't have been so greedy..." a frown appeared on the corner of her lips while she shed off unnecessary parts of the meat in her hands, "Now, what to do with that one?"

A click of tongue escaped her lips. It's not that she's ungrateful with the bountiful harvest she had today. Hell, these ingredients were scarce in this type of business niche. However, dealing with them is a problem by itself. To immediately cut up the meat right after she had her hands on it would make it last shorter. It wouldn't be fresh enough when she served them inside her meat pie. On the other hand, keeping them alive for a little longer would be even a greater risk to her.

In an honest opinion, she'd never expect there'll be a day where she could catch a man under Zwei's protection AND The escort from Zwei himself. In a package, nonetheless.

Oh, well, fuck it. She should focus on the main batch she's working on for the day. Can't be distracted for too long.

The knife meticulously carved out the meat from the bones, quite satisfactory despite the imperfections of her work. Slicing meat wasn't as different as crafting wooden charms, anyway. Both were delicate works that had to be done precisely with care and attention, any small mistakes could waste a good ingredient.

Just when she put the carved out meat into her basket, she heard a groan. Her head immediately turned to the source.

Oh, thought that Zwei guy had woken up, he was only disturbed while in his slumber. She only had half the usual dosage of sedative left but luckily, this man’s constitution was suck ass.

Theta approached the light haired man and kneeled down right in front of his peaceful figure. What a sight! A man so young and pretty, sleeping like Snow White in the corner of her kitchen!

In a way, he’s sort of an eye-sore.

Even if he looked bulky thanks to the layered Zwei’s outfit, he’s a bit too lean for her liking. That white hair with some black streaks might look great if dipped into some red soup, though. And what’s with the eyepatch? If it means his eyes or left face has injury, that also lessens the quality of his organ. The meat on his arms could possibly be a bit too gamey from intense arm workouts. A Zwei usually needed that type of workout so they could hold their weapon with both hands, or so that’s what her best friend said a long time ago. 

(Also it’s not like he seemed that much younger than her. If anything, they were probably only a year or two apart.)

Once again she checked off the binding she made on his wrists and ankles, shook it lightly to check its fastness. All pockets and hidden compartments on his clothing had been ransacked as well, resulting in a pile of small weapons and a couple of identifications. She didn’t bother to strip this man off, she wasn’t even sure if she’d cook him up, knowing the circumstance. Though she has to deal with different kinds of men every day, Theta was yet no more than a mere feeble chef, fighting against a fixer (especially one who works under an Association) was off the charts. In all fairness, this was also her first time acquiring a game this extraordinary, a little precautions wouldn’t hurt, no?

Once she was done with the check up, there’s only one last thing to add. ‘Let’s not scare this man once he wakes up,’ that’s the idea that popped up in her mind. Thus, Theta put a black sack over his head. With this, she didn’t have to look at his sorry mug any longer! 

Theta returned back to her work, moving the fresh ingredients to the freezer and preparing her oven to bake the day’s meat pies batch. After that, she was usually supposed to package her warm pies and serve it for the customer. Once daybreak came, she would close her store and wait for yet another new batch of hunts to step onto her traps. Rinse and repeat, day in and day out. Even after 5 years running this business, these redundant cycles never got any lighter.

Perhaps it’s the time to get some helping hands…? Oh, who was she kidding.

***

The Zwei man felt a great pain on his head. Whatever that shit was, it bonked his head too damn hard. Who the fuck set up a prank THAT dangerous on someone’s back door? And why was it so dark in here? He couldn’t see anything! 

A faint noise of clothing being rubbed and soft hums reached his ears. The voice would be comforting if his nose wasn't assaulted by the odor of rust and decay that wafted in the air. It got stronger each moment until he gagged to death. Urgh, he must cover his mouth-

“... What? Wait, the fuck?”

The black sack that covered the Fixer’s head moved frantically on the corner of Theta’s vision. She stopped polishing her cleaver knife and turned her head to the obnoxious noises which disrupted her humming. Oh, well, the cute escort should’ve woken up from his slumber anytime soon or else she’d dump his body somewhere.

He wasn’t ready when the sack suddenly pulled off from his head. Splashes of crimson replaced the suffocating darkness. Among the gores, a tint of gold staring right at his own bloodshot eye.

“Fine morning isn’t it, sir Zwei Fixer- oh, wait,” Theta pulled out his Nest citizenship out of her breast pocket, waving it right in front of his face, “How rude of me, sorry. I mean, sir Nero? Had a nice nap, didn’tcha?”

Theta kneeled right before the man, a playful smile adorned her round face. That would be a cute encounter if only Nero didn’t feel the piercing tip of her carving knife dug on his throat. Nero held back his breath, shutting up and stared back at the red haired woman. It was good that he knew better to keep his composure, especially in front of a freak like her. After all, if she aimed for his meat, she’d have slit his neck right away, not merely use the tip of her knife to lift his chin up.

“Nap? You mean that blunt force trauma on my head?” He gave her a wary laugh, trying not to shit his pants and puked from the gruesome scenery hanging behind the woman, “Thanks for the nap, my boss would definitely nag at me if he knew I had one while on the clock.”

Speaking of work,

“Right, of course you were at work. It doesn’t make sense some random Fixer would just walk into a Bistro’s backdoor in Street of Flavor. Not a member of Zwei, especially.” She chuckled. Her blade slid down from his neck, poked on the Zwei Association's badge nestled on his chest. “So what was it? Infiltration? Patrols? Ah, maybe an escort mission?”

“Just the usual, run-in-the-mill Fixer work, miss. Don’t think a chef like you would be that interested in it.”

“Aw, not even gonna say a tidbit of it? Fiiiine,” Theta stood up and returned to her kitchen counter. Nero could see there’s something over the counter top, yet the chef’s back obscured it. As she hummed, her hand was busy preparing something, “Are you hungry, Nero? Wanna try Theta’s Bistro’s special delicacy?”

The way this woman used his name–moreover with such friendliness–irked him. What the hell did this woman plan on?

A light step, a little dramatic twirl. She faced him with a proud smile and a pie tray in her hands, “Here’s the special dish today~! I’m glad your friend was there to help me!”

Nero stopped breathing. Time slowed down. The pain on his head crushed his skull. He vomited.

She fucked him hard. He was fucked real hard at that point.

With a delicate placement, a black scarf with red lines was laid on the pie tray. Nero knew for sure it had GREEN lines instead of RED. Some vegetable cuts adorned the tray, circling the dish’s main attraction, The Head of K Corp’s W District Branch Office.

“Oh yes, praise me! I know my dish is so amazing it catches you speechless now!”

She’s fucking insane and he’s royally messed up. How could he mess up his very first escort mission? Not to mention when the client was a person quite THAT important? How would his leader respond TO THIS?

Well, there goes his paycheck for sure. And maybe his position in Zwei too? His reputation as well? And moreover, there goes his client…

“What? Doesn’t have the appetite for it?”

“Oh I wish I could,” he gritted his teeth, his hand groped on his back for any knives. While forcing a smile over his cute face (or that’s how he claimed it to be), he held back his rising bile, "but nah, I had a breakfast already ma'am. Maybe... Later?"

Good. Nice answer, Nero. Surely it won't lead him to doom, right? Refusing a meal that has been prepared specially for him isn't a bad thing, right? Even that… Disappointed sigh… Of her… Means it’s not that bad… right?

The chef hummed a tune as she put the plate down back to the counter, “That’s too bad. Put ‘em aside for a little while and the taste turns horrid! Do you know how hard it is to process their meat and to keep it fresh?” She leaned on the counter with a frown. In a swift moment, the glint of her kitchen knife has found its way back to her hand.

Her gloved hand meticulously wiped the blood off while she continued her rambles, “ There’s a reason why I always try to not process all the ingredients I collect right away whenever I get a bit too much, y’know?” A click of tongue and a smack of tail adorned her angry wiping, “Too soon, and the meat would taste bad before I could use it. Too late, and the ingredient may run or mentally deteriorate and it affects the quality of their meat. It’s a labor of love, sure, but it’s still a bit hard for a single, frail woman like me!”

‘Frail’, yeah sure, Lady.

Oh, luck on Nero as he couldn’t find any of his hidden knives. Did this woman take all of it? Even the one he purposefully hid on his boxer? Well, shit, let’s dillying a bit.

“Why don’t you hire someone, then? Surely some would kill to work with you,” just a bit more time, Nero, he thought to himself. In the midst of it, he chose the last resort he had by trying to fiddle with the rope on his wrists. At least this woman wasn’t that clever since she only used those cheap ropes to tie him up. He could feel the rope fraying slightly from his nail but… The woman approached him again with… a pack of cigarettes?

As she stride toward him, his nails froze while it still dug onto the rope. Each step she took revealed more contour of her face. He could notice some blood and cuts over her chef outfit too, some frayed and burned ends too. The moment she squatted down to be on the same level, the antsy Fixer held back his breath.

Time went like forever when Theta stared at him in silence, as if trying to gouge up the details of each strand of his locks or every inch of his wrinkles. It was the gaze of someone who enjoyed the sight of an interesting specimen, so to speak. Her left hand which held the pack propped her chin, it seemed slightly bigger and sharper than her right hand too. In such proximity, of course Nero himself couldn’t help but examine the eccentric murderer’s face as his way to avoid her penetrating golden eye. Started from some uneven bumps on her cheek, down to the cuts just right below her chin. Oh, is that some burned white splotches under her deep wine-colored hair? A third degree burn mark? Those were nasty. He couldn’t see her other eye under those bangs either, was it even there? And her-

His attention moved to her right hand that pulled a stick out of the pack. A white, cheap cigarette, something his seniors from Backstreet usually enjoy. Theta slipped those between her chapped, crimson lips, dyeing its tip. Was it painted with lipstick? Or was it blood?

“Say, do you smoke, Nero?” She took out another stick. Nero chirped, “Err, nah, I don’t, ma’am.”

“Oh, nice,” Theta put the second stick on Nero’s pale lips. “You know, I dislike smokers though I’m a smoker myself. Hated over smoked meat, yanno? It tastes bitter and harder to cook. The quality dropped soooo low. I’m the quality-over-quantity type, you see.”

A flick of her finger turned the gas on, lighting up the tail of her cigarette, “So I have the deal, let’s have a smoke together. If you’d like to be my assistant, feel free to join me. But of course, I’d rather you not smoke for the sake of your meat quality. That, if you wished to be a dish–”

CLANK CLANK

Her words cut off by the Theta immediately stood up at the alarm-like loud noise. She groaned and returned the pack back to her pocket, “Ah, cunt, I didn’t prepare for another meal yet! Do ya know how painful it is to put a new trap?! COME ON!”

Her hand swiftly fetched her knife and in a blink of eye she stormed off the kitchen.

…

Guess luck was really with him that day?

Nero quickly freed himself. Without wasting another second, he scanned every corner for any hidden exit. Nil. No damn way but the door she stormed off to.

He picked up the cleaver, the most clever weapon he could hold at the moment. Where the fuck did that woman stashed all his weapon? Oh, well, he needed to survive. He took the first step out of the door–

BAM

Theta’s back slammed on the wall just right beside the door, spat blood out, “Ya wankers go 3-in-1 on me? Fucking cowards!”

She immediately dashed toward one of the gruff men, knife thrusted– only to get a hard kick on her stomach. She did manage to slice her target’s arm yet she’s writhing on the floor. She lifted her head to find one of the men’s sole crushed her face.

Theta grabbed the man’s foot, pushing it away, “This is how ya beat your business rivals?”

CRACK. Hard stomp on her back.

“No personal feeling, miss. It’s just work.”

Her breath heaved. That might’ve cracked a bone or two.

As Nero watched the fight–Or rather, it was just the woman got pummeled–went on. He couldn’t get his attention away from the battered red hair. It wasn’t like he enjoyed this display of violence. No, he wasn’t a sick fuck, mind you. If he could, he would’ve already taken his eye away from her, or from the only visible exit from this godforsaken place that was behind one of the men. If he came out now, he’d definitely get pulled into the fight.

…And did the woman just mention ‘business rival?’

“... Shit,”

Theta tried to stand up again, but now she was pinned to the wall with her own knife pointed at her neck. Blood dripped from her lips, down to her jaw.

“Last word before we take you back as a soup, ‘Chef’?”

She spat blood to the side, “I gotta say if your meat came from me, you’d rather eat dirt. Mine’s too rotten.”

Despite how hopeless the fight was, she still tried to keep up her calm demeanor. However, even Nero could notice how her hand and tail were flinching even when the tallest of those men was standing right on his vision. It’s a hopeless situation. And he couldn’t do anything about it. Even better, he always knew how not to do anything about this. Better be smart. Better be safe. Better be smart. Better be safe–

Yet there he was, in a moment where both doing nothing or running would cut his life short.

A distant memory was scratching his brain.

Nero held his breath, biting down the forgotten cigarette between his gritted teeth. He didn’t even realize his grip on the cleaver’s handle tightened.

He wasn’t trying to hold his fear back—it was an urge. And it’s popping inside him. Raking his head.

He shouldn’t just stand. He couldn’t just stand. He doesn't want to just stand idle. He must help. He must help. He must do something. HE MUST DO SOMETHING–

A knife rose high, a blunt force crashed down.

The heavy blade rammed into fresh flesh followed by the shrill shriek. Before the stunned two men made their move against the ambusher that attacked their own, Nero pushed the butchered man on them. It took Nero a moment to detach the cleaver from him, yet Theta used the surprise attack as her chance to buy time. When the man that pinned her loosened his grip, Theta snatched her knife by its blade. A reckless hasty move, but now the tip of that knife had pointed the other way.

Although beaten, she had enough energy to pierced this fuckface on their mug. Another scream roared. The Zwei Fixer flinched, yet he had the desire he needed to fulfill. The desire to do something. And so, as the cleaver on his hand was lifted, it fell down on the last man.

One last cries, and… the house went silent.

…

The voices of two people breathing heavily in the air filled this moment with tranquility.

Two eyes met, one with subtle excitement and another with weariness. That moment was only broken by the thud of Nero who fell into his knees. The butcher’s knife slipped from his grip, his chest thumped erratically. Eaten up by realization, he gulped his spit.

He is too far to back off now.

“What is it, love? Too excited after butchered a man?” Theta sneered while pushing her body up, these screwed up legs staggered to keep her balanced. She heaved a laugh, “I thought y’all fixer supposed to be used by this.”

Reality screwed him to the T once again, but doubled it down now. He knew the shit he had to deal with when he decided to become a fixer, but he never expected THIS is the real shit that squashed him. On his first mission nonetheless.

Should he even return at this point? Would his leader throw him under the bus if his section got obliterated for this mistake? Would this bitch even let him off the hook– Wait, he could just kill her now, right? But at what cost? Would it change anything, really?

“... Lighter.”

Theta tilted her head toward him, “What was it?”

Nero lifted his dread-sunken head. He took off the stick that was already crushed between his teeth, and offered it toward Theta, “I need a smoke.”

She coughed up her cackle at the sight. She dipped her hand and pulled out the lighter, along with a box of cigarettes. Two sticks were pulled out of the box, she gave one to Nero along with her lighter, “you probably couldn’t smoke that one, that’s too wet to light up after you drools on.”

Her words ticked Nero off, but he still snatched it off her hand. He huffed as he shifted himself onto a more comfortable sitting position. He never do this before but fuck it, he light up the smoke just like how he saw his coworker done it. A woman’s laugh burst uncontrollably when Nero coughed up for being too hasty. What a lame person, but an entertaining one at that.

“Take it easy,” the laugh wind down to a giggle. The chef took the lighter from Nero, and lit her stick as well. A short inhale taken before she blew it toward him, “hope we can work well, dearest Sous-chef Nero Westenfluss.”

Ah, what a way to start her shift today. Guess the best meal is always the partner who comes through the back door, after all.

[kopivie]

okay. so. i think i may have posted about my atla ocs once before, but we've gone through many changes, so this is an updated version! :D

first, we have yukika; first princess of the fire nation and only daughter of fire lord kazuo. she is the youngest of kazuo's children and half-sister to second prince ryohei and first prince ryuji.

as far as appearance goes, yukika looks like this:

she has slightly tanner skin and freckles compared to her brothers since they don't have the same mother. but she also wears longer garments when she's not in her official dress due to the burn scars that cover her body. (more on that later.)

outwardly, yukika appears like any princess should. her voice is stern, her expression is composed and often difficult to decipher, and she carries herself with the strength of a fierce warrior and the grace of a fire nation princess. however, she is timid and highly distrustful of others. she's the half-sister of the elder princes, so she tries to keep her head down so as to stay out of their way. but despite her efforts to do so, she cannot hide the fact that she is a natural prodigy.

without trying, yukika excels as virtually everything, from academics to combat. to make matters worse (in her eyes), she is officially recognized as the avatar at the age of 13. the eldest son and heir to the throne, ryuji, antagonizes her severely as he perceives her as a threat to his succession (despite it already being set in stone) while the second son, ryohei, does his best to provide her with the familial warmth that she deprives herself of.

yukika's own mother is kinda insane? she's the reason why yukika literally cannot fail at something, even if she puts in minimal effort. she drilled into her the idea that she must be the best at everything she does from a young age. and even after yukika's mother married the fire lord, she still forced her to shine despite the princess's protests. upon learning that her daughter was the avatar, yukika's mother became even more crazy, trying to get her daughter to master the elements as soon as possible so as to become the best avatar in history and rule the world.

because of the lack of actual love between yukika and her mother, ryohei did his best ever since he met his little sister to actually treat her as such. outside of sparring sessions and shared academic lessons, he did his best to include yukika in gatherings, outings, and things of the like that he thinks she might enjoy. yukika doesn't trust him or his aide in the slightest, however. she feels that ryohei and his aide want something from her.

ryuji, the heir to the throne, is also weirdly deranged for reasons that i don't think matter. it seems like in actual atla canon, there's always some person in the fire nation royal bloodline who is needlessly ruthless and crazy for no real reason, so that's ryuji. (perhaps i'll make it canon to my universe? some kind of blood curse...) he bullies yukika in every way imaginable. he's the reason why she has burn and lightning scars under her clothes, why she yields in every fight against him, and why she never shows her face unless she's summoned by her father or mother.

ryohei's aide is named touma and he is just... he has the second male lead vibe. the long brown hair, the captivating emeral eyes. he was raised in the fire nation by a high ranking fire nation government official and her wife who emigrated from omashu. he's an earthbender who can also lavabend, actually! he's got the kindest soul ever and he's been in love with the elusive fire nation princess since they were children. he befriended ryohei during their time in the academy and was named as his most trusted friend and aide shortly after they became friends. however, touma is another victim of ryuji's bullying, as he lost his sight in his right eye at the age of 15. his right eye is scarred and silver, which he covers with an eyepatch to this day. he doesn't need to, really, but he worries that the sight of the damage will freak people (yukika) out. and someday, he plans to ask fire lord kazuo for yukika's hand in marriage. (fire lord kazuo would ABSOLUTELY) agree btw.

i just. i adore my babies and i am so excited to write the way yukika blossoms into her avatar-self and learns to love others and herself. her story -- this fic -- is about self-love. and i hope that i can write it well ☺️

[a-for-alice]

A List Of My OCs

So, i'm going to make a list of my OCs to share with you guys on Tumblr (I might even open an AMA)

This is Alice! An excellent dancer with not many smarts. She loves cute outfits, and of course, dancing! Though, she wasn't always this dumb, happy cat she is today. One night, Alice woke up inside of a dream world, guarded by a single entity, a dream demon that claimed she was keeping Alice safe, that the outside world was far too dangerous for Alice to even witness. Alice, however, insisted that she can handle things on her own, and that the demon need not worry. The demon tested Alice's worth by engaging in a fight with her, to which Alice manages to win. However, Alice could have never been prepared for what lied outside of the dream world. Violence. Destruction. Bloodshed. Alice saw these outside of her window, and broke down, a crying mess on the floor, wishing she had listened to the dream demon, but most of all, wishing to go back to when she was younger, oblivious to everything around her. A voice called out to Alice, and told her to dance. No matter what, just keep dancing. And so, Alice donned her childhood tutu and ballet shoes, and despite it all being forgotten to her, she danced until the morning. When the sun finally rose, there was peace. Silence. Alice had danced through the chaos around her. However, she was now oblivious to everything around her. But she's happier this way, isn't she? She got what she wished for, after all. (NOTE: I do NOT do digital art. This piece was made by a very great friend of mine, and I will forever love and cherish it.)

This is Lucille! She is a maid who tends to the mansion she lives in, despite being the only resident there. However, there's something about Lucille that doesn't make her an ordinary maid. She has a demon contract that gives her territory in every single ring of hell, but in exchange of half her lifeforce. Due to this lack in vitality, Lucille is as frail as an elderly person, and no amount of sleep or caffeine can stop her tiredness. To circumvent this, however, Lucille uses her territory to her advantage. The demons in Heresy are more than happy to assist her in tending to the mansion! You'll notice various items throughout the mansion originate from hell. To the furniture from Greed, or the clothing from Fraud, the mansion is full of things from hell, and don't worry, they're completely harmless! Lucille is an expert at demonology, knowing what resides in hell, what is dangerous, and what is not. Due to her abilites, she can enter and exit Hell however she pleases. Despite being physically weak, Lucille still defends herself using weaponry from Violence, which are a lot more extreme than regular old weaponry. But she only ever uses it in self-defense, so need not worry.

Here's Zee! Don't be fooled by his appearance, because Zee is a boy! This short and stout zombie does not want your brains! He just wants to sleep, and nothing else! But what's with the eyepatch? Why is he a zombie? And what's with his girly fashion? When Zee was a human, he loved wearing girly fashion for the hell of it and didn't care if he was being judged for it. However, someone's bigotry led to Zee's murder. While the murderer was apprehended, Zee had no chance of living the bullet that struck his eye and died instantly from the shot. A few weeks after his burial, Zee was resurrected by a necromancer, despite not wanting to wake up. Due to the strength of the magic, however, Zee was forced to wake up. Because of this, Zee only wants to find a place to sleep, and nothing more. A few hours after wandering around, Zee meets a zombie hunter, who was initially ready to make quick work of him. But after learning that Zee never ate a human, she takes him in. Now Zee has a home for himself and can sleep as long as he pleases.

Aaaand that does it for my current OCs so far! Again, I may open an AMA for them, and if I make more OCs, I will be more than happy to update this list! Thanks for reading!

[kyanako5972]

Intro post!

This intro has been a long time coming.

Hi! I'm kyanako, or Phily. I've been here for years, but I'm only now getting into the groove of this site.

(Psst, I have a strawpage. You can send me stuff)

Here's what I do:

For MILGRAM stuff, I'm @oboetemasuka. Any art from there also gets reblogged here. If any OCs are involved, it'll be the other way around.

SWAP Ensemble is my long-time ongoing comic. It's supposed to be done soon... whenever "soon" may be.

Behind Closed Doors is a dormant story based on Your Turn To Die. (More like a thinly-veiled fic, though I plan to reboot it in a different direction when I feel like it)

The Hollock Adventures ("Ynez Hollock's Deadly Game" and "Jack Hollock's Super Easy Adventure") are comics of Pokemon Nuzlocke Challenges. I've started the third installment off of Tumblr, but that's also dormant.

Asonarium is a story I've had in mind, featuring whump subject Weave Sutari. So far, I've just used the guy for drawing prompts. I don't know if I'll go into story mode since I already have so much going on.

Claire Inez is my darling, so you'll probably see her around a lot. She exists at every age that she's alive. Her primary series is SWAP Ensemble, but you'll also find her in the following projects:

Back to the Basement: The Forest Basement is full of the spirits of those who died there, and those who wind up there have to explore to get out. (You'll mostly find Inktober art of the spirits or of Inez and her companions getting into tough situations.)

Heartland of Regrets: OCgram that supposedly takes place a year before SWAP Ensemble, featuring six ladies who are responsible for someone's death. Yes, Claire has canonically caused death at 14.

Miscellaneous posts:

Art WIPs list

I talk about being Filipino

Origin of my username

[Image ID: (going roughly top to bottom) (text) kyanako5972 a.k.a. Phily K. Illagan (kyanako is waving) <- Me (Amane Momose from MILGRAM holds an eyepatch in confusion) <- Oboetemasuka? (Amane, put on the eyepatch) (Claire Inez as she looks on SWAP Ensemble Day 1, in a skippy pose) <- (Darling) Claire Inez (Judith holds her hands together and looks up curiously) <- Judith Diaton (Behind Closed Doors) (Caroline waves a conductor's baton) <- Caroline Doctrina (SWAP Ensemble (Ynez Hollock stands and smiles menacingly) <- Ynez Hollock (The Hollock Adventures) (Weave Sutari stands and stares up with big eyes) <- Weave Sutari (Asonarium) (Claire Inez, age 42, kneels on the ground and has a thousand-yard stare) <- Oops, I subjected my darling to ~4 decades of the Horrors - Heartland of Regrets - Back to the Basement - and other things /end ID]

[justgoji]

Tell me about Heron. Anything and everything. For as long as you want. All the lore. All the details in designing him. Please.

I can only show a handful of images from before the rewrite, so you may not hear everything from there because of personal reasons and/or privacy, but I’ll definitely try to explain as much of Heron post rewrite as I can after that.

Heron, along with Toby and Makarov, were the results of when I split one oc into three. It was weird, they were like brothers in spirit but were technically the same person in three stages of life but could also age independently and also shared each other’s memories it was a mess.

Heron’s outfit you see today was actually in the original story, but started out as part of a dream in a coma (Yes Heron got into a coma it was wild). In the dream was some kind of 3d rpg with gang versions of vocaloids utaus and fanloids, and when he woke up he made the outfit he had in the dream real so he could look just like the dream version of himself.

At some point I made a drawing of Heron if he was more edgy, and this is where the eyepatch and robot hand originated. I didn’t intend it to be canon at first, but my friends loved it so much that I made it canon. The reason for it was stupid though, one of my self inserts would go into the shared headspace of Heron, Toby, and Makarov, and fought them which resulted in them waking up in their new designs.

Ultimately I had enough of the plotholes, weird writing choices, and overall bad plot, so I decided to ditch the old story in favor of a rewritten story that made more sense, had fully original designs, and actually had a focus on my original characters instead of cameo characters like Hatsune Miku (yeah Hatsune Miku was the main character of my old story for like the last quarter of it). My friends got to choose which outfit Heron would wear in this new context, and they chose the dream outfit, which I think was a great choice.

As I drew him again and again and again, and had help from my mutual’s depictions of him, I got a better idea of his personality and how he would interact with other characters. Today he is pretty much a self insert I can have interact with vsynths, but even then I try not to go too far with projecting everything about me onto him like I did in the original story. Oh yeah, I also changed his design a bit again earlier this year to fit with how my doodles of him looked.

I think his zipper is the most misinterpreted part of his outfit by far. I’ve seen a lot of people draw it as a regular zipper, but it’s actually supposed to resemble those blocky holeless textured zippers by Reebok.

I imagine that the fingers on his robot hand have a resin-like shell that is semitransparent and flexible, with endoskeleton fingers underneath the exterior. Early on I thought about making them glow but I decided against it. Although some people have make his fingers glow which I’m completely fine with.

His clothing was inspired by Hatsune Miku and Kagamine Len. I think the influence is most noticeable with his pants and sleeves, but even then he looks fairly distinct from both of the referenced vocaloids.

His headphones were originally just generic gamer cat ear headphones, but I decided to make them more original and made the ears look more like real cat ears, although sometimes when I draw them they end up looking like dog or fox ears instead.

His hair was inspired by the crests of actual herons. I had a bit of trouble coming up with a good hair design but I’m very satisfied with the current product. Here are some scrapped hair designs that may or may not look familiar to you.

I imagine that Heron is a very emotional person, having strong outbursts and mood swings, which may be the result of him getting bullied constantly during his childhood. I think the biggest reason why he was a prime target may have been because of his timid nature. Speaking of childhood, here’s some doodles of what he looked like before he joined the vsynths.

How he became a synth in the story is unclear, but I imagine that it’s similar to how the phone guys in the Dayshift at Freddy’s series are created. People are sent to some sort of factory or facility where they are turned into phone guys, and something similar could be happening here. In the Memecenary Madness universe, all synths (vocaloids, utaus, fanloids, synthvs etc.) are implied to be robotic or made of technology that blurs the line between biological and artificial.

In the original story, Hatsune Miku and Heron have a strong connection to each other to the point that it’s basically fan fiction. But in the rewrite, it’s a lot more safe, with Heron being inspired by Miku to become a singer, and eventually getting to sing a few songs with Miku in person. They don’t talk much, but they definitely share some sort of wavelength, as they come up with similar thoughts and in rare cases become indistinguishable from one another. Here’s what Miku looks like in the rewrite btw.

So yeah, that’s pretty much all I can say about Heron right now. Feel free to ask me about my other characters, such as Dane Brook, Alex Cass, Big Iron etc.

Also I love fanart of my characters I’m begging you guys to make more

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So what is 'The Fae Circle'?

It's my oc fantasy universe - somewhat traditional cookie-cutter fantasy if I'm honest but I'm not looking to make anything groundbreaking. I made it for my own joy, with my own little magic systems, written alphabet and all that jazz.

What are some of the main plotlines?

There are countless stories to be made as it was originally created for people to join with their own characters, thus leaving it vague enough to incorporate as much creativity in backstories as possible - originally it started as an oc cosplay tag on musical.ly/tiktok! However, there are main important notes for the general plot:

Morior, the man with the eyepatch up there, is the god of death (or more accurately, the embodiment of death) - though for most of his existence didn't know that fact (and very few people are currently aware of it). He runs the Circle and protects those living in his forest, which is a sanctum for Fae folk and various other magically inclined creatures to live freely rather than having to glamour to hide among Humans. Morior is somewhat a tale of his own for being immortal as far as all know.

All manner of creatures gather nightly in a clearing in the center of the forest to eat, drink and be merry - some live in the forest, others just visit when they can - there are often new faces.

Morior's forest is called 'The Devil's Wood' or some variation of that by Humans due to old folk tales about him actually being the Devil. He perpetuates that to keep Humans away, scaring them if he must. The forest is actually loosely based on the stories from the Hoia Baciu forest.

In Mori's forest there are glamours in place to hide buildings and the festivities, as well as spirits of the woods who will alert him to the presence of a nearby Human. Humans can see through a glamour either using spells, hagstones (a stone with a hole worn through by the sea/a river) or occasionally by sheer dumb luck by stumbling in at a moment the glamours are weak.

Centuries ago there was a war, the Humans turned on the Fae in fear of their powers, destroying peaceful villages with iron and silver weapons. Many died and those that lived retreated to places like Morior's Circle or hid in the Human world. Thus, many creatures don't trust Humans, even if they don't necessarily hate them.

Over the years Fae folk have been forgotton by Humankind. In this modern day and age they are known as only stories. Fairytales.

All of my characters have their own complex backstories that I won't get into here. If they don't fit into a universe with your character then we can figure something out. A spell gone wrong that sends one into the others' universe may be a good place to start! --- [Morior] - [Tenera] - [Lazarus] - [Cassius] - [Loup] - [River] - [Serin] ---