#me when asked to give oc thoughts: UHHH

[vulturereyy]

GIVE ME FOXGLOVE CONTENT pls any general stuff like fave foods to eat fun stuff she likes to do

TEEHEE my worlds biggest Foxglove fan, i too am not immune to my own giant woman...

Foxglove is still evolving as a character BUT here are some tidbits for you:

Her favorite foods are probably spicy enough to kill a lesser moth

Despite her love of spice, she also has an intense sweet tooth, and hoards hard candies in a small cubby she carved into the underside of her bedframe

This hiding place has likely not stopped her siblings (Reed, Hyacinth) from stealing them

Foxglove can digest meat. And has, in the past. Don't worry about it.

She takes up blacksmithing as her main profession under her father, Atlas.

While she thinks weaponsmithing is cool as fuck, Foxglove's main skill is actually in practical smithing, like forging harnesses, tack, stag-shoes, etc.

Foxglove doesn't perform in the troupe, but serves as more of a general handy-moth, especially when it comes to structural repairs and metalwork.

Foxglove's weapon(s) of choice are two leather caestuses that she made herself, often with black iron plates over top of them if she's in a real fight. Basically, moth brass knuckles.

When forced to choose a handed weapon, Foxglove favors the mace and hammer.

Foxglove is a chimera bilateral gynandromorph, and is the result of two fertilized eggs fusing together. She is technically Nightshade, Atlas, and my oc Valka's all at once, as Atlas and Valka both had knocked up Nightshade around the same time.

Foxglove cannot fly, as her wing-to-body ratio is way too low. Since she doesn't have to worry about being able to carry herself, she's bulked up a ton through strength training, and has a lot more brawn than most moths.

Atlas is the only person she knows of that can still physically best her in terms of strength, but it's close.

Foxglove is a daddy's girl through and through. Reed and Hyacinth may be more Nightshade's, but Foxglove is Atlas' baby.

Foxglove and Valka have a ... strained relationship at best. Valka is barely involved in her life, through little fault of her own. She genuinely didn't know that Foxglove existed, and when she did, she tried to reconnect and help where she could. Foxglove still isn't sure if she wants Valka to be a more prominent figure in her life or not.

Foxglove's girlfriend is Lady Lambfeathers, the daughter of the capitol city's Harbormaster and Captain of the Guard. I'm sure nothing will go wrong there.

Foxglove and Lambfeathers are T4T

Foxglove's favorite drink is rye whiskey

Foxglove can play the banjo (daddy taught her)

[gatheredfates]

It is time. 🐋Now that a sufficient enough time has past from the FFXIV Write, and we're heading into November, I thought it was a perfect time to launch another round of Sea's Single-Word (anything) Drives!

What is a single-word (anything) drive?

I'm glad you asked! The single-word (anything) drive is an extension (and evolution) of my single-word fic drive, where writers would write a small fic based on a word of my choice. I want to give people the opportunity engage in creative mediums beyond writing; aka, gpose, art, meta analysis — whatever makes you happy and engaged creatively with Final Fantasy XIV!

By liking/reblogging this post, you consent for me to go into your askbox to send a one-word prompt generated from this website, picked from a selection of five, as a prompt for you do something creative with your oc. I will then queue any and all completed works to my character question tag, which can be found here, as well as posting them to my Tumblr Community over at SEAFLOOR (though you and other members are welcome to reblog them there in my absence, too)! Some members even like to think their work in my project Discord, but that's not mandatory. ✨

There is no word limit or time limit, no barrier for skill, and you are welcome to ask for another prompt if the original one doesn't vibe. This is all about giving you the opportunity to explore a concept or part of your character you might not have considered, or expand upon your artistic/technical ability.

Sea, when does the drive end?

Uhhh. Whenever I feel like it? I'll update the original version of this post and reblog an update when it's closed. Likely no more than two/three weeks from Nov 1.

That's all for now! I'll either update or reblog this post with more information as needed, so please check the notes of this post for any updates.

[factual-fantasy]

22 ASK! THANK YOU! :DDD

@a-weird-bean-bag

They are not related by blood, no. (Blood? Frosting..? Filling?? Anyways-)

Red is actually Seafoam's great Nephew. And he joined the crew because of a tradgedy involving his mother,, Seafoam's niece..

When Red joined the crew he was very shy and scared of everything. Coco at this point was a rough and tough pirate gal.. but man, something about that kid.. she just adored him. She took it upon herself to take care of the little guy and be his guardian.

She loves him to bits and has definitely taken the role of "mother" in his world. When ever the ship is under attack, she is the first to swoop in and take Red to safety. She is the one Red goes to when he cant sleep or is scared. She takes care of him when he is sick, she cleans his clothes and feeds him too.

Seafoam has made it very clear that she does not have to do any of this. And that Red is 100% his responsibility. But she just ain't havin' it. She chooses to be involved in Red's care and wouldn't have it any other way. 💖

Its a good thing too, Seafoam has no idea how to raise little kids <XD

(Also thank you so much!! :DD )

👀👀oh?

@yoylecake420

Sorry uh- I don't know that character. I made some OCs for Cookie run but I haven't played any of the games, I don't know the lore and I don't know/remember any of the characters- sorry!

Ah,, I don't know? <XDD I don't know how the games work- are there other types of cookies?? I don't know--

Judging by what I've heard/seen of that game? They'd run for the hills! They're not safe there <XD

<:D Ah sorry- I don't know who that cookie is- remember I haven't played either game and I don't know any of the lore!

@storylover2

.....OH-

THERES MORE??--

Also thank you so much!! You are beary nice :}}}

@universal-hunter

AAAAWE!!! :DDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}}}💖💖💖

@couchwow

Thank you for the no spoilers!! :DD I have not seen it but I have heard of it :0 perhaps sometime I'll give it a go! :}

@thetiredpenguin

Man, cookie run lore is WILD XDDD

@sparkdrawsstuff

Thank you! My day today was better than yesterday at least! XD

@keakruiser

AAAAA THANK YTOIU SO MMUCH!!! :DDDD 💖💖💖

I've drawn them twice actually that I can remember! Once in my FNAF Recap/Repair part 2, and once in a doodle dump post thing! :00

@elegantjellyfishmemachine

:0 eh? Huh? Til what?

@readeren

I actually haven't thought much about that :0 I worried that the group wouldn't feel very diverse if I had duplicate characters.. but the opposite personalities but same person is genius! But whompst would be duplicated... 🤔

@blissthewolf

Hello! I believe I do write scripts, but if I'm being honest I don't think I can scrape together even one sentence of sound advice for you- 💔😭💔

I am known to be very bad at explaining how to do things. A lot of what I do is just taking random things and stapling them together and ripping off some parts and gluing this here and put that over there and tada! Comic! "How'd you do that" "...Honestly I cant really remember-"

The only think I can think to say is figure out what you want to come from the scene and.. do what ever it takes to make it happen..? Uhhh- for example, "I want these two characters to fight and character A to leave in a huff." Well then give them something to fight about, and make character B say something that would make character A mad enough to leave without saying anything..?? But that doesn't explain how I would figure out what the argument would be about- I

I'm afraid I am of no use to you here-

@neo-metalscottic

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm glad you like my minecraft guys and my cookie run critters! :DD And not to worry- He'll catch on XD right now the main thing keeping them some what apart is Seafoam's thoughts of "She's a beautiful mermaid, why would she be with an old Captain like me..? :( " And Blue's thoughts of "He's a well respected Pirate Captain! What would he see in a big whale like me..😔" But they get past that eventually-- XDD

And yes! I have drawn them before <XD although those drawings weren't made with my Mario AU in mind.. When they grow up they will definitely be more stylized. :0 Not sure how they'll interact with Bowser as they age, but they are intended to all be his biological children :)

As for the birth order, I haven't thought it through fully,, but I have decided that Ludwig is the oldest and next in line for the throne. And JR is the very youngest with Lemmy being second to youngest. And Larry being 3rd to youngest :00

@solst1ce-sketches

Thank you! And to be honest if the D.A was split and gender swapped, I would just slap on some eye lashes and make them both generally appear more feminine.

Glitchy sun tho.. man, how would Fazbear Entertainment deal with that? <XD

@minnesotamedic186

Thank you!! :DDDD

@rubyplayz12

Wah??

(Post in question)

XD Well? Did it work?

[peachdues]

PEACHIE!!! i wanna know about your kny oc!!! i wanna know everything abt her i wanna see which of my girls would vibe with her (chances are good at least one of them would bc i have three AHAHA)

oooh Fallon!! Ahh okay, let me see what I can come up with!

Setsuna Ishikuro is the Reader in Wind and Moon (or maybe the Reader in WAM is Setsuna — that’s probably the more accurate way to put it)

Setsuna is/was the daughter of a wealthy merchant family and she was being primed to take over her father’s business when her elder brother died. He was supposed to be a demon slayer and carry on the lunar breathing tradition, but he fell ill and died before he could partake in Final Selection. Setsuna is very resentful that she was forced to assume his place because she wanted to be a merchant like her father. Because of her upbringing, she has bougie tastes lmao. She loves things — expensive baubles, art, silks, kimonos, you name it.

When she’s reassigned to be Mitsuri’s tsuguko after the Incident (in which she’s fired as Sanemi’s tsuguko), she and Mitsuri bond over their mutual love of food. Setsuna still can navigate the merchant world, so she uses her connections to allow Mitsuri to try more western food (and both girls love sweets). They pig out together quite frequently.

Loves hanging out with women, but because of the events of the prologue (and as you’ll see in the next chapter) Setsuna =/= getting along with men. She’s afraid of them, but that fear comes out as extreme coldness and disgust. However, when she’s cornered, she freezes. Sanemi and Ubayashiki are basically the exception (though she does warm up to Kyojuro eventually). Despises Tengen because he makes an unsavory and poor-timed comment about her body (that he regrets instantly — he wasn’t thinking)

She is drawn to Sanemi because of their ✨ moment✨ in the prologue after she dug herself out of her own grave. He saw her and she recognized that.

Once Setsuna gets over some of her own anger/rage, she’s quite considerate and kind! She had one younger sister who died horrifically (again, see the prologue for Wind and Moon), and she misses her dearly. Because of that, Setsuna is very kind to children. She’s also quite thoughtful in her own way, even if she can be a little shy about her feelings. She observes Sanemi’s penchant for matcha and takes care to send him really high quality stuff even in the year they don’t see each other — though she doesn’t tell him who it’s from.

Uhhh does that help?? Ask me more questions if you want, but yes!! Give my girl friends, god knows she needs them!!

[mrprettywhenhecries]

❝ A Series of Firsts ❞

an oc x oc collaboration between @super-unpredictable98 / @hawkinsglasscloset and myself, part of our Stranger Timeline'verse, written for @ockissweek.

❧ w.c. 3.8k words ❧ warning(s). oc x oc pairing, children of oc x canon pairings, none really ❧ a/n. features Flor and I's fandom children ocs: Joseph "Joey" Hargrove (Billy & Win's son) and Melody Munson (Eddie & Lydia's daughter)

✧✦ First Kiss, Christmas 1997 ✦✧

Joey huffed a laugh. “You don’t think we’re a little old to play house?” he asked, grinning at his best friend.

"We're only nine..." Melody protested. "Eric from drama likes to play house with me," she pouted, feeling a little embarrassed. "What do we play when we're nine?"

Joey frowned, his stomach doing a little flip. “Oh…” he murmured, suddenly feeling jealous. “We can play,” he amended quickly, changing his mind.

"Are you sure?" Melody insisted, looking at him with her big brown puppy eyes and Joey let out a sigh.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he murmured, his cheeks warming slightly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the playroom.

"Okay! So, I'll be the wife, and I'm coming back from working all day as a music teacher!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Uhm, I guess I'll be the husband, and I'm making you some dinner," Joey replied, going to stand behind the kitchen playset.

Melody got a little purse from her pile of toys and pretended to walk into the house. She walked up to Joey and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "Hello, darling, what are you making us today?" she asked.  

Joey blinked, his face warming. “Uhhh-uhm, I’m making lasagna,” he said, grabbing the first little plastic food he saw.

"That's my favorite! You're the best husband in the world," Melody exclaimed, sitting down at the little table nearby, not even noticing the faint blush on his cheeks.

“Thanks, I’m glad you like it,” Joey said, putting the piece of plastic lasagna on a plate and setting it in front of her with some plastic utensils. “Want some wine to go with that?” he asked, pretending to pour some from the fake bottle.

"Yes, thank you!" Melody took a sip of her 'wine' and pretended to eat her dinner. "I think it's time for us to have a baby! I'm getting old and soon I won't be able to have babies, so we should do it!" she announced suddenly and Joey's eyes went wide.

"What?" he exclaimed. "I-I mean, how would we even... do that?" 

Melody frowned for a moment. "I don't know really, but you need to give me a seed and I'll swallow it, then the baby grows in my belly."

"Ohhhh," Joey mused. "I thought there was more to it.... like kissing. That's what my parents do," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Maybe we should kiss, my parents do that as well. I think all married couples do," Melody said, leaning in to press the softest peck to his lips. 

It happened to be the moment Joey's father walked past, catching sight of them them through the open door and backed up, trying to stifle an amused laugh. Not wanting to startle them, he knocked instead, leaning casually through the open door. "Hello, you two."

Joey jumped at his dad's voice, his brows leaping up. "Yeah? What is it?" he yelped, quickly pulling away from Melody, definitely not pouting.

"It's dinner time, bud, don't forget to wash your hands," Billy said, opened the door a little more, trying not to smirk.  

"Ah... okay," Melody replied, frowning a little.

"Guess we hafta go," Joey mumbled, glancing at her awkwardly. 

"We can play again soon," she assured him, taking his hand as they headed to the bathroom sink. 

"Okay," he agreed, wondering if she ever kissed Eric from drama class when they played house.

Melody smiled, she'd never ever kissed a boy before, but she didn't want Joey to know that... 

✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦

As usual, the children won the war against their parents and they started opening their Christmas presents earlier than midnight. Right after dinner, everyone reunited around the fireplace to open their gifts and drink some tea with gingerbread biscuits. 

"Aaaah! We can play doctor now!" Melody exclaimed, looking at her friend's new medical kit with all sorts of colorful tools.

“Yeah! Can we go play, Mom, Dad?” Joey asked, hoping to pick up where they left off.

"Go ahead," Billy nodded, exchanging a look with his wife. "But remember to be careful, playing is only nice when you're both enjoying it..."  

"Okay!" Melody exclaimed, following her best friend to her bedroom with her new dolls in hand.

"First it's your turn to be the doctor and my turn to be the patient," Joey said, handing her the doctor's bag. "I think I've broken my arm," he exclaimed, clutching one of his arms to his chest.

"Oh no! Here, I'll put a cast on so it can heal properly," she looked at the fake X-ray and wrapped his arm with one of her scarves "Do you need a kiss to feel better?" she asked, gently kissing the back of his hand.

"Yes, please," Joey said, holding his breath as he waited for her to place a peck to his lips as well.

Melody let out a giggle before pressing a soft kiss to his lips just as the door was opening, not that she noticed. "You're all better now!" she announced.

Win bit her lip as she watched, her heart warming a little at the sight. "Hey kids," she murmured, knocking a little louder and Joey jumped, his cheeks flushing hotly.  

"What Mom?" he exclaimed, practically jumping away from Melody for the second time. 

"It's time to head home sweetheart. We'll see Lo tomorrow okay?" she said, ruffling his golden curls.

"Tomorrow you get to be the doctor," Melody said before giving him a hug. "Let's go say bye to everyone." 

✧✦ Spin the Bottle, 2001 ✦✧

"I'm not playing," Melody said decidedly when Joey suggested they play spin the bottle at his birthday party.

"What? Why not?" he exclaimed, frowning as he studied his best friend's features as they sat in the backyard. "C'mon Lo, don't be a party pooper," he huffed, polishing off the rest of the soda from his bottle to use.

"But I'm saving myself for David Tennant," she insisted, rolling her eyes.

Lately her parents had started to make little jokes about her dating Joey. They thought it was natural since the two had grown up together as best friends, spending nearly all their time together.

"Isn't he a little old for you?" Joey teased, setting the bottle on the table as the rest of his friends gathered around. He nearly mentioned that he'd already stolen her first kiss, even if they were just kids who didn't really know what they were doing.

"Age is just a number, in five years I'll be eighteen and he'll be... thirty six, it won't make a difference," she said with a shrug, reluctantly joining the others.

"I thought you said you weren't playing?" he pointed out, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I'm not, but I'll watch. I'm not gunna do anything stupid."

Joey frowned, but quickly wiped the sour expression from his face. "Suit yourself," he muttered. "Who wants to go first?"

"Think you should, you're the birthday boy," one of the girls from their class exclaimed, smiling shyly at him. 

"Yeah, go for it, Joey!" one of his mates agreed, clapping him on the back. 

"Alright, if you insist," he said with a grin, giving the bottle a good spin.

Melody's eyes narrowed when the other girl encouraged him. He was popular and handsome, probably the most handsome boy in their class, all the girls wanted to date him. And while she obviously wasn't interested in dating him herself, she still got angry when those attention seekers would throw themselves at him.

When the bottle finally stopped, it was pointing at her and she froze.

Joey's eyes traveled up from the bottle to Melody and his brows raised. 

"You sure you don't wanna play?" he asked, wetting his lips expectantly, hoping she'd change her mind. As much as he liked some of the other girls in their class, there was always something about her that made his heart give a stutter, not that he wanted her to know that--to know the extent of his feelings. After all, she'd made it pretty clear that she only liked him as a friend.

"Fine, I'll play," she mumbled, looking down as she tucked her hair behind her ears. "It's not a big deal, right? It's just a kiss."

"Yeah, no big deal," he repeated faintly, leaning over the table halfway, waiting for her to bridge the rest of the gap.

Melody felt her heart racing the closer she got to Joey. She hoped he couldn't sense it or hear it, because for her it was really loud. She didn't like him in that way... she was so sure of it... but she couldn't keep the blush from her cheeks when their lips finally touched.

Joey's eyes slipped shut as he kissed her, forgetting for the moment that they were in the middle of his party, wishing he could keep kissing her when she quickly pulled away and his eyes snapped open, his stomach dropping like a block of ice had settled there.

She wanted to kiss him more, she couldn't stop thinking about how cute it was when he asked for a kiss when playing house back when they were young. She sat back down and brought her knees close to her chest, feeling like she somehow messed it up.

Joey’s mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come, and one look at Melody made him feel like he’d messed up big time; he should’ve never made her play. 

“Earth to Joey! It’s my turn,” the girl who’d urged him to go first exclaimed, grabbing the bottle and giving it a spin, gasping excitedly when it slowly stopped in front of him. “Looks like we get to kiss,” she said, wearing a giddy grin, and he finally blinked, turning to focus on her. 

“Oh, right, okay,” he said, leaning in to press his lips to hers. 

Melody watched and out of nowhere, she felt like she was about to cry. She felt her eyes fill with tears, but she couldn't do that in front of everyone. 

"What, Dad?" she called, pretending like she heard her father calling. "I'll be right back, keep going," she muttered, slipping out of her seat to run to her father and far from view, hugging him tightly as she began to sob in his arms.

Joey frowned at his friend’s sudden disappearance, staring after her. He didn’t exactly want to play anymore, but his friends were enjoying themselves, oblivious to his discomfort. 

“Baby, what’s the matter?” Eddie exclaimed, squeezing his daughter tight as she sobbed into his shirt. “What happened?” he asked, unable to keep the worry from his voice.

"I don't wanna say it out loud, I'm so dumb! Can we leave?" Melody whimpered quietly.

Nearby, Lydia thought about asking her daughter again what was wrong, saying she could tell them anything, but she knew her husband could handle it, and sometimes tween girls just had to cry and sort themselves out.

“Hey, you’re not dumb,” Eddie murmured, pulling back to wipe her tears with his thumbs. “Are you sure you wanna leave? It’s your best friend’s party,” he said gently.

"Just for a few minutes, we can come back to sing Happy Birthday," she mumbled, sniffling. They lived right next door, so it wouldn't be a problem.

“Okay sweetheart,” he agreed, straightening. “She wants to head home for a sec,” he said quietly to his wife. “I think she just wants to compose herself.”

"Alright, I'll let you guys know when the cake comes out," Lydia smiled sadly, stroking her daughter's dark curls before they crossed to their own yard.  

"If I tell you what happened, you and Mum will laugh at me," Melody whispered. 

“Never,” Eddie said seriously, shaking his head, his long hair swaying.

"I kissed Joey for spin the bottle, but I was embarrassed so I pulled away and then he looked sad and then this other girl spun and she kissed him and I felt really bad," she exclaimed, her words rushing out before she hid against her father's chest once more.

“Oh kiddo, I’m sorry. Have you considered that you feel bad because you like Joey?” he asked gently, rubbing her back soothingly.

"I don't know..." she murmured, still not wanting to admit it to herself. "I didn't think I should, but I felt weird when I kissed him."

"Weird, how?" 

"Weird like... I didn't want it to end."

Eddie chuckled softly. "Sounds like maybe you like Joe more than you think. But you're still young, you never know what's gunna happen," he said, smoothing her hair. 

"Hey, is everything alright? I saw you guys leaving. Is Lo not feeling well?" Win exclaimed, hurrying over to check on them. 

"Yeah, she started feeling sick and wanted to lay down for a sec," Eddie said.

"You poor thing," Win murmured, patting Melody's shoulder.

"I just have a headache, I'll be out for the cake, Aunt Winnie," she assured her, smiling sadly. "Don't tell Joey, I don't want him to worry."

"I won't, sweetheart, you go rest, okay?" Win said, offering her an apologetic smile.

Melody nodded and sat on the couch with her father, curled up like when she was a little kid. "You're right, we still have time, I guess."

✧✦ Make Out Spot, 2005 ✦✧

"Daaaaad, get the door, it's Joey," Melody yelled from her bedroom as she was getting ready.

"Yeah yeah," Eddie grumbled, rolling his eyes as he pushed up off the couch to open the door. "You know you coulda just come in, like you usually do," he chuckled, stepping aside for Joey to come in. 

"Oh, uh yeah, I guess," the young man mumbled, running his hand awkwardly through his golden blonde hair. "It just kinda feels different now that I'm datin' Lo, y'know?" he said and Eddie clapped him on the shoulder. 

"You trying to make a good impression or something? Not like we haven't known you all your life," he joked.

"Of course he's gotta make a good impression, I taught him well," Billy chuckled, following his son in.

"A better impression than you made with my dad," Win joked.

"Hey, Joey!" Melody called as she left her bedroom all dolled up for their date.

Many years passed since his birthday party. Well, actually only four and a half, but it felt like much longer.  

"Lo!" Joey exclaimed, brightening, his lips pulling into a wide grin. "You look amazing," he breathed.

"Aww look how pretty you two are," Lydia cried, grabbing her Nokia to take a photo.

"So do you!" Melody ran to give him a hug. "We should get going, we'll miss the movie and... all that."

"Yep, see you guys later," Joey called to their parents as he led his girlfriend to the door.

"Can you drive us to that street where nobody can see us?" She whispered.

"Yep," Joey whispered back with a small smirk, opening his car door for her.

Melody got inside and placed her hand on his thigh as soon as he joined her. "I missed you, babe."

"Missed you too," he drawled, grinning at her. "We're not really going to the movies are we?" he asked, pulling away from the curb to head to their usual make out spot.

"Maybe later. There's something I wanna do first..." she smirked, playing with his golden curls.

"Oh? Like what?" he asked, glancing at her as he drove, heat rushing through him at the look she gave him.

"I don't know, just... talk," she whispered and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She slowly dragged her lips along his jaw then down to his neck. "Like that."

"Ohhh, I see," he breathed, swallowing thickly, shifting slightly in his seat against the tightening in his jeans, quickly pulling off the street to park under the flyover where they'd be hidden from view. "I like the sound of that," he said, putting the car in park and turning in his seat to catch her lips.

Melody climbed into his lap while they kissed. She couldn't even imagine how silly she was to ever deny her feelings for Joe. "You're so handsome, I can't deal."

"Aren't you just adorable?" he chuckled, moaning as he pushed his seat back to give her more room, his hands sliding down her back to grasp her ass.

"I love you," she murmured in between kisses. "I'll never waste any time not kissing you again."

“Love you too, beautiful,” he groaned, his lips moving against hers, parting to flick his tongue against the inside of her teeth. “What brought this on?” he asked, catching his breath.

"Just feel like I wasted a long time not kissing you. We could've been kissing for years... but I was stubborn."

Joey chuckled, tucking one of her dark curls behind her ear. “You just had to make me fight for it,” he teased, nibbling at her bottom lip. 

"It was pretty cute to watch you fight for it..." Melody admitted. "You're so romantic, I just couldn't resist."

“I always knew I wanted you to be mine,” he whispered, fixing every curve of her face into his memory. “I just had to prove it to you first,” he teased, kissing her deeper. “And it was worth it,” he added, nuzzling the tip of his nose against hers.

"It was," she agreed before wrinkling her nose at him. "You always knew? Even when we were little?" she laughed, wrapping her arms around him.

“Well,” he hesitated, chuckling sheepishly. “At least since that very first kiss, when we were playing house,” he admitted. “It was then I decided I wanted to marry you for real.”

"Awww Joeeey! That's the cutest thing I've ever heard! I told my dad that night that I wanted to be with you... I said some other stuff too, but it's not important."

“What other stuff?” He asked, his brows raising curiously as he tickled her sides, mischief sparkling in his clear blue eyes.

"Well... I said it would either be you or David Tennant, that I wanted to wait and see who would win," she laughed and squealed, squirming in his grasp.

“You little tart!” he gasped, laughing along with her. “I can’t believe I almost lost to him!”

"Naaah he's handsome and really nice, but he's Aunt Blossom's best friend, it would be weird..." she said to wind Joey up as if that was the only decisive factor. 

“Oh, that’s the only reason?” he exclaimed, pouting up at her. 

"No, silly. You're the one I really like, you're the most handsome, cutest boy to ever exist and I love you. Not anyone else, just you."

His expression softened. “I love you too, Lo, and I always will,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.

✧✦ First Kiss as Husband and Wife, 2008 ✦✧

The doors to the venue opened and the sun flooded the open hall. Melody stood there in her white princess dress, arm locked with her father's.  

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Billy whispered to his son as they stood at the altar.

“More beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen,” Joey breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from her, emotion catching in his throat and tearing in his eyes. 

"Just wait until you have your first baby," Billy chuckled, rubbing his son's shoulders. 

“You ready, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, leaning in to whisper in his daughter’s ear.

"Yes, Daddy," Melody nodded as they made their way down the aisle. "This is so much more perfect than I could've wished for."

Joey nearly lost it at the thought, quickly breathing in sharply and blinking the moisture from his eyes as his bride approached him. He felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. 

“You deserve it and more,” Eddie murmured, kissing her cheek as they stopped in front of the groom and he reluctantly let her step away from his side.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the love of Melody Charlotte Munson and Joseph William Hargrove, two lovers who have chosen each other since they could understand what love is. Now the bride and groom have chosen to read their own vows," the officiant said, gesturing to the two of them. 

Melody took a deep breath, turning to slip her hands in his, her eyes finding his and holding them. "Joey, I've heard that vows are not made to say how much you love someone because they likely already know. Vows are the promises you will keep during the marriage, and I have a few.

"I promise that I'll always leave you the last slice of pizza. I promise to take care of you when you're sick, to hold your hand when something scary is coming. I promise to never let you forget how much you matter to me and how handsome you are. I promise to be there on the bad days and good days, fighting or celebrating. Every moment from now on, it'll be us, just us," Melody said, smiling warming at him, her heart in her throat.

Joey’s lip trembled softly as he fought not to break down, his chest aching with affection and he squeezed her hands, looking into her eyes. “And I vow to always be there for you whether you need me or you wanna be the strong one. I promise to always make you feel beautiful and know that you’re loved, even if we’re fighting. You’ve always been my best friend and I want us to always be friends as well as lovers,” he said, taking a steadying breath as his voice nearly wavered.

The Officiant nodded, smiling as she turned back to Melody.

"Melody Charlotte Munson, do you take Joseph William Hargrove as your husband to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?"  

"I do," she said, sliding the wedding ring onto his finger.  

"Joseph William Hargrove, do you take Melody Charlotte Munson as your wife to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," he exclaimed, his face breaking into a beaming smile as he slipped her ring onto her finger. "Does this mean I can finally kiss her?" he asked, flashing the officiant an eager grin.

"I now declare you husband and wife. Go ahead, you may kiss the bride," she chuckled.

Melody let out a little scream and jumped into her husband's arms, kissing him as if it was the first time. Joey smiled against her lips, holding her tightly against him as he kissed her back. He barely registered the cheers and applause from the audience as they embraced.

"Finally..." she breathed. "Mr. Hargrove, I love you." 

“What a coincidence, I love you, Mrs. Hargrove,” he replied, pressing his forehead to hers as he stared into her eyes. “I’ve waited so long to be able to call you that,” he chuckled.

"Now we get to play house for real!" she whispered. "And maybe later we can play some other interesting games..."

Joey smirked. “Now that sounds like fun. I’d love to hear what you have in mind,” he drawled, stealing another kiss before turning to wave at their friends and family.

❧ taglist. @elliethesuperfruitlover @b1tchywheeler @heartbreak-sandwich @babydollbaron

[sammywolfgirl]

Fuck it ok black sugar swan thoughts for my au thing

So little context beforehand: sugar swan is millennial trees wife (and this considers wind archer her kid though idk at the moment if she was involved in his creation, it’s a solid maybe atm) and is sort of like in contrast to Millie being a being of all magic Swan is a bringer of life, herald of the seasons, life, blooms, all that’s needed for something to grow.

Currently the dessert paradise guardian test whatever event story wise goes as it does in the game, if I do tweak anything it’s just the sugar swan lore and maybe a comment about how the bird of paradise cookies aren’t the same as the Aether Heart’s guardian harpy. Or other harpy cookies idk.

Anyways

Plot wise- currently I don’t think I’m changing much for the black sugar swan event. Other than maybe wind archers involvement. My au does go kingdom first lore wise so if this happens while he’s in beast yeast he’s not going to be able to help. Idk who would take his place if that’s the case, just someone who can also sense the vibes are off and is trusted to help like the cookiemals trust wind archer. Idk if you made me choose right now I’d uhhh either say maybe a Aether heart harpy because I can see those birds knowing the wind god, they get around, or maybe a super epic Proto elemental equivalent for wind archer (like sherbet to frost queen or stardust to moonlight) but unless the game releases one later I’d have to make an oc most likely and I do not got the worms for that.

Anyways onto black sugar swan. What is she in this context?

She’s the other side of the coin to sugar swan.

Yes she’s going to guard the dessert paradise while sugar swan is away, but if sugar swan is a bringer of life, black sugar swan is a bringer/herald of death.

Here’s what I’m thinking. Black sugar duck kinda did an ascension when she stole the eternal sweetness, and even when giving up its power ans returning it you can’t just un ascend. So this is a thing I’m tweaking from the plot. I’m adding a few days for black sugar duck to recover, and in that time sugar swan sorta has her somewhat indisposed since the duck was asking for penance but sugar swan is a merciful queen and went “for your penance you gotta stay in bed and heal” whipped cream still visits because that’s his bestie (who he may or may not kiss idk I’m incredibly neutral on that ship)

Anyways it’s during that time that sugar swan both keeps an eye on things to make sure the balance isn’t all out of wack, and think on black sugar duck’s words. Even if she has a duty, she is leaving the paradise on its own for a lot of the year. She was able to return now but had she never found out things could have gone really bad.

It needs a more permanent guardian.

So uh few days later here’s what she returns with to offer. For Black sugar duck to become a new guardian of the dessert paradise. She’s already got the magic in her form to become a legendary proper, with a little nudging from sugar swan’s own magic black sugar duck gains access to her black swan form again and whoop Boop sugar swan has her official counterpart.

Also she kinda just goes ‘you’re my sister now’ and everyone just has to deal with it lmAO.

I do think she hangs around a bit longer, mostly for millie to show uo and also make sure balance is okay and all that. There’s already a beast situation we don’t need his wife to get hurt too. But he hears about what’s going on, checks on black sugar swan (who’s maybe still a bit of a diva but is less egotistical about it? Whipped cream is helping) and after giving a slight warning not to do that again, is more than happy to accept the new guardian of balance.

He probably gives her like the lore lecture tm and black sugar swan is like “oh fuck what did I sign up for” but it’s fiiiiiiiiine

Uhhh anyways so yeah black sugar swan is the destruction/decay to sugar swans creation/life. Though she can still make those black roses, her magic is more offensive where sugar swan’s is support.

Uh honorable mention to the idea of whipped cream dating black sugar swan, I’m unsure if that’s a thing but on paper it’s really funny to me because I do canonically have whipped cream as dark choco’s ex. (Whipped cream might be someone who’s got a semi immortality thing going on? Idk being blessed by the sugar swan might just give you a super long lifespan idk) and I just think the idea that his type are edgelords is so good. Good for him

[starboy14176]

hi ccan you tell me more about Subject A and Subject B. cause I looked through their tags on your blog and um. 👁️👁️👁️👁️ interested

Hai this ask got lost somehow but I FOUND IT so hello yes I’d love to talk about my special interest

So subject A and subject B are characters from the idkhow arg/concept albums, they are unwilling test subjects of an evil corporation called tellexx and basically tellexx uses them to invent time travel and then go through time performing propaganda music to brainwash people. There is VERY VERY LITTLE canonical information about the subjects as people but we do know that their real names are Dallon and Ryan (just like the band members) and we know that the white shadow (the ghost thing in the videos) was sent by tellexx to monitor them throughout time. We also know the subjects are being drugged using sugar pills but can presume the drugs aren’t affecting B as much as they are affecting A or B is not being given the same amount as A based on B’s general vibe in the videos. Also it seems B is the one who administers tests on A sometimes (ex. New invention and diatt) which is possibly real to why he’s being given less drugs? Thats all stuff from the first too albums though, uh gloom division gets more complicated. The subjects get separated, A gets moved to a new program called the gloom division and basically tellexx turns him into a personification the sin of pride ? And that’s like all we know. I have a lot of thoughts on gloom div but I’m gonna mostly stick to razz because my gloom div interpretations get kinda out there lol. Uhhh I think that’s all the canonical information we have about them?

So basically I made it my life’s mission to make up elaborate lore for them and I’ve written a ridiculous amount of fanfics about them. Also I have several OCs in the tellexx universe to fill out the cast a little more, and like the subjects are basically my OCs too at this point because their is little to no canonical charactieztion for them (aside from song lyrics which are vague at best). Ok so let’s talk about the subjects.

I stick the subjects around age 20 when they get kidnapped and then around 24 when they start actually successfully time traveling. Subject A was raised in a doomsday cult and had very abusive parents. He was super sheltered and rarely left the house. When he was 19-20 he decided to run away and tellexx found him after that. Subject B’s dad was abusive and he ended up getting kicked out when he was around 17, he was homeless for a while but he was living with a friend at the time of his kidnapping.

Subject A is autistic and gay, he’s also on the acearo spec and genderfluid but he doesn’t find that stuff out until after escaping tellexx. His special interests are stuffed animals, space, and cats (with a big emphasis on stuffed animals lol). He’s extremely clingy to anyone who shows him affection and I play around a lot with the idea that he age regresses on occasion as a trauma response. (But obviously neither he nor subject B have the language to know that that’s what’s happening)

Subject B is bi and also autistic, he is also on the acearo spec cuz I said so :3 his special interest is the ocean and sea creatures. He has anger issues and major major trust issues. Him and A are very codependent and they both have issues with separation anxiety. He has a history of being violent with tellexx employees and it takes a while for them to get him to cooperate but once he does he’s relatively easy to get to do what they want.

Anyways now to some of my OCs, rapid fire addition

Dr. Adalia (aka Dr. addy): the subjects main handler/tellexx issued therapist. Her job is to keep them compliant and basically gaslight them until they act like good little tellexx robots. She’s super fucking manipulative ‼️

Gloom: a clone of subject A (not the mannequin I made up gloom b4 the mannequin existed ok), he’s the replacement they give B after A has to go get turned into a demon or whatever. Gloom has been watching the subjects on security cameras for like a year to learn A’s mannerisms and stuff and over that span of time got parasocially obsessed with the subjects. He looks like Dallon from the what love music video and he’s very special to me.

Mr. Cain: glooms handler. He sucks we hate Mr. Cain >:[

Rose: breezy’s character from gloom division. Subject A was in love with her b4 he got got by tellexx (?) and now she’s involved with tellexx in some way and it’s breaking A’s brain. Yeah idk about her rlly yet

Dolly: A’s new handler during gloom div :3 she, well not actively participating in the tellexx torture stuff, is complicit in all of it well insisting it’s not her fault and she didn’t realize tellexx sucked so bad until she was too far in to quit. Her and A get into a super weird toxic sort of relationship :( it is hashtag bad

Ok so that’s my tellexx universe. I could probably go more in depth but that’s my attempt at giving a basic run down. 👍👍👍👍👍

[wild-karrde]

Part 3: The Jester

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A/N: Soooo uhhh... here's Part 3, featuring my favorite boy Chuckles. If you're new, Chuckles has his own fic, One Step at a Time, but I figured it was time he gets some *ahem* love. If you know what I mean. THANK YOU to @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading this for me and screaming with me about the boys. There is absolutely going to be a Part 4, and it will be longer.

Pairings: OC Crater x f!Reader, OC Chuckles x f!Reader, mentioned Gregor x f!Reader

Fic Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE)

Warnings: language, fingering, PiV sex, anal play, mention of cum eating, marking, sex toy use, mention of foursome (in case you were wondering what Part 4 might entail)

Word Count: 6.5k words

Weeks pass with you and Crater continuing to meet in secret. He already reads you so easily, knowing what you need and when you need it with a shared glance or a subtle touch. There are nights he practically peels you apart until you’re laid bare for him, shuddering in the aftermath of however many orgasms he deemed necessary, but there are also nights where you don’t have sex at all, just enjoying one another’s company like you always have. 

Tonight seems as though it’ll be the latter. It’s been a hard week with too many fighters going out and too few returning. Crater’s even lost a few brothers, and yet, somehow, he decided you were the one that needed consoling, showing up late in the evening with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Now, you sit perched on your desk with him in your rickety chair, the two of you a respectable distance apart as you sip the amber liquid in your glasses. Some of his men are still milling around in the hangar outside of your office, and you wonder if it’s to avoid going back to barracks that will be emptier than they were a week ago. You spy Strike, Chuckles, Guin, and even the medics Sticks and Stones speaking quietly to each other. Chuckles catches your eye for a moment before turning and speaking to one of the droids working on his fighter. His words don’t carry to you, but you can see how tired he looks. Grief is a part of the job, but it takes a toll regardless.

Crater’s quiet, his eyes more distant than usual. You suspect he’s doing the same thing as his brothers, biding his time until he’ll be too tired to count the empty bunks and think of their previous occupants. He’s lost fewer men than most, but you know each one weighs heavily on him. 

“Rough week,” you murmur, staring into your glass. Not a strong start to a conversation, but you hope it’ll open the door for your friend if he needs it. 

“Heard special ops might be back on Coruscant soon,” he notes, purposefully ignoring your statement as he swirls his whiskey. You take the hint, adjusting accordingly.

“Oh?”

“Gregor commed last night. Asking to meet up at 79s when he gets back. Couldn’t give an exact timeframe other than ‘soon’. Sounds like things haven’t gone great for him either the last little bit.” 

You hum under your breath. In the chaos of the last week, you’ve hardly thought of the commando. A small pang of guilt settles into your stomach. You still wouldn’t say you like him, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t worry about him. You’re glad to hear he’s safe. 

Crater’s studying you, and you meet his gaze. 

“What?”

“He asked how you were.”

Your entire body suddenly feels warmer, and you take a sip of your drink to try and hide it, even though you know that won’t work with Crater. 

“You gonna see him?” he asks.

You shrug. “Dunno.”

“I won’t be jealous.”

You smirk into your glass. “Wasn’t particularly worried about that.” 

Crater taps his fingers on the arm of the chair. “You given any thought to what I mentioned a while back? With him and Chuckles?” 

A jolt of electricity licks up your spine as the memory takes hold of you. You laying on your bed with Crater’s cock buried deep in your ass while he fucks you into your mattress, sweat slicking your skin as he whispers filth in your ear. 

“I bet you’d love to have Gregor’s cock in here too. Maybe he takes your sweet little cunt while I pound your ass. But that still leaves your mouth. Maybe I get Chuckles in here to fuck that smart little mouth while Gregor and I take you. Would you like that, pretty girl? To be ruined by three men at once?”

Yeah, you’ve given that plenty of thought. 

You shift as your cunt clenches around nothing, and Crater huffs before taking another drink. 

“You want me to talk to him and Chuck?”

You catch your lip between your teeth. “If you did, I’d want the rules to be the same as they are with us. And we’d need to be careful.”

“Of course.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and lowering his voice. “I’d already planned on making the ground rules clear if you wanted me to approach them. They’ll know the limits and boundaries. The big thing I need to know from you is what you are looking to get out of it. How you’d want it to go.” 

You allow your gaze to drift back out to where Chuckles is standing with his brothers. 

There’s always been something between you and Chuck, although neither of you have ever made a move to explore it more. You’ve often found yourself snuggling into his side at 79s, even sitting on his lap a few nights, his hand settling protectively on your lower back as the two of you cackle uproariously at whatever antics are taking place around you. But you’d never thought there was anything more to chase after. Especially not after some of the fights you’ve had. And he’s never approached you, not like Gregor or Crater have, so you’ve always assumed there isn’t much interest on his part. But still, you know you trust him. And if you’re honest, before Crater came along, when you were alone in your bunk at night with your fingers buried in your cunt, it was a different member of the 28th who you cried out to as you came undone. 

Crater’s staring at you, waiting for your response, and the corner of his mouth twitches, as if he can read your mind. You stutter out a response, hoping to distract him and derail your thoughts of Chuckles.

“I’d want… I’d want it to be something to blow off steam. I’m not really looking to be romanced or anything.”

“You never are.” 

You huff indignantly and toss a wadded up piece of flimsi at him. He catches it, eyes boring into you. You haven’t said exactly what you desire, and he knows it. His voice is a low rasp, and you feel your face heat even though you are certain no one outside of the office can hear him. 

“Ask for what you want, pretty girl.”

“I-I want it to be rough. I want the three of you to use me. I’d want to feel it the next day. I want to get out of my head, and help you all do that as well.”

Crater watches you for another moment before leaning back in the chair. “I think we can manage that. I’ll talk to them both when Gregor is planetside. If that’s what you want.”

It’s his last check for your confirmation, ensuring you’re really all in on this. 

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “It is.” 

He nods. “Good. Now, what do you need tonight?” 

You’re taken aback. You didn’t think he’d be up for anything right now, and you certainly weren’t about to ask, but his posture has shifted to something less rigid. His legs are splayed a little wider, and he seems more relaxed, and now you find yourself wondering if this isn’t just for your benefit. He’s relaxed with you, and maybe you can finally help him for once, taking him out of his head in the same way he does to you. You don’t want him thinking about empty bunks or burning fighters. 

You hop off the desk, standing over him until you have one of his thighs straddled between your knees. 

“I need you to take what you want from me, Crater. And then I need you to sleep here with me.” 

He knows what you’re doing, and you think he’s going to push back on the second half of your request for a moment. Instead, he tosses back the rest of his whiskey without breaking eye contact, letting one hand drift to your thigh, gripping you firmly and rubbing circles with his thumb against the fabric of your jumpsuit. 

“Alright. Close the door then.” 

You step away from him and head towards the entrance to your office. You can see the hangar has mostly emptied now, with the final few stragglers heading for the exit. Chuckles is among them, the last one out. As you go to shut your door, he turns back and meets your eyes. You can see his gaze flick to Crater, still in your office, before it moves back to meet your face. There’s something in those familiar brown irises that you can’t identify, and you briefly consider calling out to him. But before you can make up your mind, he puts on his helmet and leaves. 

Something in your stomach twinges, but you ignore it. 

You shut the door.

—

A few rotations later, you’re in your office when there’s a soft knock at the door. 

“Come in.”

Crater enters, helmet still on. 

“You busy?” 

“No more than usual,” you reply without looking up from the datapad you’re punching away on.

He doesn’t remove his helmet. “Color?” His voice is lower in the modulator, almost as if he’s whispering. 

You inhale sharply, finally looking up at him. His head is tilted to the side, evaluating you. He’s never come to you in the middle of the day before. And you suddenly realize why he’s probably here.

“Green,” you breathe.

He closes and locks the door, and without another word, he goes to your makeshift bedroom, returning a moment later with your plug. 

“Strip and bend over the desk.” 

You can’t shuck off the top of your jumpsuit fast enough, dragging your panties with it to your knees and bending over. You rest your elbows on the wooden surface as you have many times before with him, unleashing a shuddering exhale as he comes to stand behind you.

“Gregor’s back,” he rasps as he pulls your top desk drawer open, retrieving the bottle of lube you’ve hidden there for your more impromptu encounters in your office. You hear it click open, and you shudder with anticipation. “Chatted with him and Chuckles this morning. If you’re still alright with it, we’ll be by this evening after Gregor and I get out of our briefings.” 

“Lucky for you, my schedule is clear,” you tease. You and Crater both know you hardly ever have plans. 

He dips his helmet in a nod. His gloved hand comes to rest on your back, arching it slightly until your ass is presented to him. You feel some lube dribble onto your asshole, and you shudder at the chill as he presses the plug against you, working it in and out of you slowly until it’s fully nestled inside of you. 

“If I had time, I’d break you in myself right now, but that’ll have to wait until tonight. Leave that in,” he growls. “And wear something nice.” 

“Yes, sir,” you pant. You don’t know how you’re going to get through the next few hours like this. 

“And don’t you dare go back there and touch yourself,” he warns. 

You whine. 

“I’ll see you tonight, pretty girl.” And with that, he slips out of your office, leaving you stripped bare and bent over your desk, trying to catch your breath. You slam the button under your desk that locks the door again, bracing yourself on your palms as you try to get your legs to stop quivering at the feeling of the plug pressed inside you. 

Fuck. 

You stumble into your back room on wobbly legs, wanting desperately to climb into your bed and stuff your pussy full with your vibrator. But Crater always knows somehow when you disobey him. Last time, he tied you up with some silk rope and toyed with you until you cried and begged for release. The rope was still tucked in your bedside drawer, a silent threat.

Not what I’m looking for tonight. More hoping for instant gratification. So I’ll behave. This time.

You quickly dig through your crate of clothes, finally finding the parcel you’d purchased a while back. Ever since you and Crater started sleeping together, you’ve tried to find a few more pieces of lingerie to add to your sparse wardrobe. Nothing expensive since you’re on a budget and Crater has a penchant for tearing delicate fabrics, but this one you’ve been saving for a special occasion. It’s a dark grey bra and panty set that matches the grey accents on the 28th Combat Wing’s armor perfectly. The lace tickles your skin as you pull it on, and you glance at yourself in the mirror briefly, admiring the way your breasts are pushed together. A tiny fake gemstone sits embedded on a charm that dangles between your breasts. It’s a deep magenta, the main color of the 28th. It really had been too ideal to pass up.

Perfect. 

You pull your jumpsuit back on, trying not to think too hard about how full you feel as you recompose yourself and step back out into the garage. 

The hours drag on. For better or worse, no one really bothers you, and you are able to mostly remain in your office, leaving you squirming in private as you try to get through your paperwork while not thinking about how tonight's going to go. When you finally hear the main lighting systems begin to power off, signaling the end of the day, you can’t help but sigh in relief. Stretching your arms above your head, you stand, heading out in the garage to make sure everything got put away properly at the end of the day and that all of the droids made it back to their docks. 

It’s almost deafeningly silent in the darkness, and you keep to the path illuminated by the emergency lighting, taking your usual route through the hangar. Everything looks to be in order until a loud clanging sound makes you jump. 

You halt and hear another loud clatter followed by a few muttered curses and some indignant beeping, making you pause in the darkness. Under one of the emergency light beams, you spot movement. A mohawked head pokes up out of a cockpit of a Headhunter, and you watch as a tool is tossed out of the fighter, hitting the floor with a loud clang right next to a borderline belligerent droid. You sigh, heading over to see what the fuss is about. 

Chuckles is hunched over in his Z-95, muttering to himself as you quietly ascend the stepladder he’s pulled up next to the fighter. His armor is stacked on the ground next to the ladder, and as you reach the top step, you see he’s changed into a black tank top rather than his regulation undershirt with the Republic cog emblazoned across the chest. He’s leaning forward, giving you a view of some of the lines of the tattoo on his shoulder blade, flexing in the dim lighting as he grumbles unintelligibly. His arms and shoulders have several long, deep scars on them, more than Crater or any other pilot you’ve seen. Even his knuckles and fingers have a few light patches where the skin has had to heal. You wonder what caused them, and wonder if it’s tied to the large scar on his face. He’s burrowed under the flight controls, unaware of your presence, and you watch him for a few moments before leaning forward. 

“Can I help you with something?” you ask at a volume that’s slightly louder than necessary. 

Chuck jumps, smacking his head on the underside of the console with a loud curse. You giggle as he sits back in the seat, rubbing the back of his head and glaring at you. 

“What the kriff, Bolts?”

“I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing in here?” 

“My karking eject handle isn’t working.”

“You know you shouldn’t pull that in the garage, right?”

He glares at you again. “I’m well aware. But I can’t even get it primed. Something’s jammed.” 

You raise an eyebrow down at the droid, R0-G3, that’s parked just below, who beeps to inform you he was in the process of repairing it when Chuckles showed up. 

“Why can’t you let Rog do it? That’s his job.” 

Rog beeps angrily in agreement, and Chuckles glowers at him. “He said he wasn’t going to finish it until tomorrow, and I won’t have time to check it tomorrow before we head out the next day.” 

The droid beeps again, flashing his charge indicator, which is warning him it’s starting to get low. It seems he’s expended a good chunk of energy arguing with the pilot. You chew the inside of your cheek, something telling you there’s more to the story here. 

“Why do you need to check it? Don’t trust the quality of work around here?”

Chuckles freezes, unable to meet your eyes. “Of course I do. It’s not that, it’s just…” He sits back heavily in the seat, his eyes fluttering closed as he releases a long sigh, rubbing his hands over his face. You jerk your head at R0-G3, and he takes his leave, rolling off towards the far door that leads to the chargers. You lean on the edge of the cockpit, resting your chin on your forearms. 

“Alright. You wanna talk about it?” 

“Not especially,” he mumbles from beneath his fingers. 

You pick at some of the paint that’s peeling along one metal seam, changing tacks. “Crater talked to you about tonight, right?” 

One of his eyes appears between his fingers, locking with yours. “Yeah. He said you’re onboard with it. That you asked.” For a moment, his gaze is as piercing as his brother’s, and you fight the urge to squirm as he analyzes you.

“I did.” 

He hums, letting his hands drop to his lap and studying you. “I need to get this fixed tonight. Don’t really want to get into specifics. Just needs to be done. Even if I miss…all that.” 

You nod, noting the way his fingers brush the scar on his cheek that you’d always thought of as sort of his trademark. The damaged skin seems to pull his mouth into a perpetual smirk, but to you it has always been obvious that the event that caused it was anything but joyous. 

“If that’s the case, then we’d really better get this fixed,” you conclude, and before he can protest, you scale the rest of the ladder and climb into the cockpit with him, settling into his lap. He inhales sharply, and you wiggle your hips a little bit more than necessary as you duck under the console, pressing your ass against where his codpiece would normally be. It doesn’t take long before you feel something else that’s hard as plastoid pressing against you. 

“BOLTS! Maker almighty, what the kriff are you doing?”

“Helping you fix your ship. That’s my job.” 

You pull a penlight from your breast pocket and click it on, turning upside down to examine the eject mechanism under the seat. Everything looks normal. 

“Try to arm it for me.” 

Chuck sighs above you, but leans over you, one hand resting on your hip as the other flicks the eject switch on his console. You see the indicator light blink green, and you cautiously reach your hand out to the handle. 

“There should be a little give if it’s actually disengaged,” Chuckles says. “If there’s no give, then it’s not actually armed.” 

You gingerly tap the handle, and he’s right, the thing doesn’t budge a millimeter. 

“Hm.” You trace the connection along the floorboards, following it under the flight console to where you originally found Chuck. “Can you hand me the driver that’s in my right back pocket?” you ask. 

He huffs. 

“It’s right there, Chuckles. And if Crater actually talked to you, that’s going to be one of the more tame things you’re doing tonight.” 

You feel his cock jump where it’s pressed against your ass, and you playfully grind backwards a bit. The grip on your hips tightens, and Chuck huffs again before you feel a tug on your back pocket and the tool is thrust under the panel at you. 

“See, teamwork makes the dream work,” you snicker. You can practically feel his eyes roll at you, but he doesn’t say anything else. 

It only takes you a few moments to pry the panel loose and find the wiring. You can’t keep from wiggling and pressing back into Chuckles, and about the fifth time you do, you swear you feel him grind against you, but you ignore it, focused on your task. 

You finally find the source of the issue, a broken connection in the wiring, and you tap his thigh, reaching behind you again. “Soldering iron. Other back pocket.” He hands it to you without protest this time, and within a few moments, you’ve got the connection fixed and look back between your and Chuck’s boots at the indicator light for the eject. It’s still on, but this time, when you tap the handle, there’s give. You sit up, your hair flying in every direction, grinning triumphantly. “Think I got it, but double-check that’s what you’re looking for.” 

Chuckles leans over you, but without you climbing out of the cockpit, there’s not much room. He winds up practically doubled over you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as his fingers find the handle. You watch him give a slight tug, just enough to move it slightly. 

“That’s it,” he says directly into your ear. “Perfect.” There’s a pause before he leans a little more forward and kisses your cheek. “Thanks, Bolts.” 

Your face flushes with heat as he sits back, which feels ridiculous. This man is going to claim every part of you later if things go to plan, but here you are, giddy over a kiss on the cheek. “No problem,” you murmur, keeping your voice steady despite your fluttering stomach. “Now make sure it’s off so we don’t both get thrown out of here.” 

You hear him huff a laugh as he leans forward and disarms the eject while you clamber back under the console to replace the panel. Once that’s done, you sit back against him, propping one foot up and allowing your head to drift back against his shoulder. 

As much as you two bicker like drunken Jawas sometimes, Chuckles has always been your friend, another person you trust, even if you want to push him in front of a speeder at times. He takes your tools from you, carefully setting them on the top of the ladder before wrapping one arm around your waist, hesitantly letting the other hand rest on your thigh. 

A silence settles between you two as you sit pressed together. You allow your hand to drift over his, resting there, and he presses his cheek against your forehead. You can feel the day-old scruff against your skin. His chest rises and falls, pressing against you, and with every passing breath, the anticipation seems to grow, making the air around you feel charged with electricity. This isn’t the first time you’ve sat like this with him, but normally, it’s done out of necessity, squishing together in a booth as more brothers arrive at 79s. Chuck’s hand has often found a place on your thigh, resting comfortably there. It thrilled you in the past, even though you’d always figured it would go no further.

You both know tonight is different. 

Finally, he breaks the silence. 

“So why me?” he asks. “Gregor and you needed to fuck it out. Crater’s… well he’s Crater. But why involve me?” 

You reach up, letting your hand rest against his unmarred cheek. He doesn’t pull away, but watches you carefully. “Because I trust you, Chuckles. You’re right, Gregor started as a way to blow off steam. And so did Crater. But I wanted to… explore something, and Crater and I both agreed you and Gregor are the ones to explore with. I know whatever happens tonight will stay between us and won’t wind up scratched into a ‘fresher stall at 79s.” You swallow hard. “And… I care about you, more than I think you realize.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

You sigh. “Do you trust me?”

His brows knit together. “Of course.”

“With your life?”

“Where’s this going, Bolts?”

You interlace your fingers with his. “Did you know, I check every fighter that leaves this place myself? That is what’s going to happen tomorrow night before your squad leaves the following morning. I will be up all night if I have to, double-checking every millimeter of your fighter to make sure it’s up to snuff and will bring you back here.” You pause again, meeting his eyes. “Bring you back here to me.” 

Something shifts in his gaze, and his expression softens. He squeezes your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles. “The eject didn’t work right when I got this,” he says quietly, tapping his scarred cheek. “I was in an uncontrolled spin, losing altitude, and no matter how hard I pulled, the damn thing wouldn’t work. When it finally did work, it launched me into the canopy, and that’s when I got cut. Broke more bones than I can count. Punctured a lung. And then I hit the water. Thought I was going to drown because I was too hurt to swim, and water was just leaking into my mouth through my cheek. It… it was the most scared I’ve ever been. I don’t want that to ever happen again. If I go out, I want it to be quick. I-I don’t want to have time to think about it. So, I always check.” 

Your chest aches as you turn in his lap to straddle him, bringing your hands up to cradle his face, finally running your thumb along the raised skin on his cheek where the canopy’s transparisteel sliced him open. His eyes bore into you for a moment before he closes them, relaxing into your touch. Your heart twists at the thought of him, broken and bloodied in the seas of Kamino with his face flayed open, certain he’s going to die. 

You kiss him. 

It’s gentle and tender. There will be time for hunger and urgency later, but right now, you want to reassure him. You want him to know how much he means to you, that you care for him, and above all, you want him to know that he can trust you. 

And something sparks within you as he kisses you back. 

He’s careful and slow, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Warmth floods through you as he hesitantly traces his tongue along your lower lip, and you allow him entry, burying one hand in his short mohawk and cupping his jaw with the other. He probes your mouth gently, and you feel him melt into you, his grip loosening on you but still keeping you pressed against him. You’ve kissed Crater, hells, you’ve even kind of kissed Gregor, but nothing felt like this. Chuckles is consuming you, and you know you could easily get lost in him just like this. You want to, but after a few moments, you rest your forehead against his, stroking his cheek gently. “I will never let that happen to you again, Chuckles. Ever. You are too important to me.” 

He meets your gaze for a few moments, and something unspoken flickers in his eyes before his face breaks out into a grin. “You know, if I’d known all this, I might have tried to get you out of that jumpsuit sooner.” 

You understand what he’s doing; he’s not good with sentimentality. He’s always dealt with humor. He’s allowed his jester’s mask to drop more than he ever has before, and you will treasure the trust he put in you in that instant, but if he’d allowed the moment to linger, it wouldn’t be Chuckles. 

But you also can’t deny that you already want to kiss him again. 

Instead, you roll your eyes, turning around to face forward once more and resting your back against his chest. His hands slide down to your hips, and you feel him readjust. He’s still hard as durasteel, maybe more so now. You give a playful grind, and he gasps behind you. 

“You’re playing dirty, Bolts,” he growls in your ear.

“I thought you liked it dirty. Weren’t you the one just talking about getting me out of my clothes?” 

His fingers slide to your stomach, tracing the zipper of your jumpsuit upwards until he snags the tab up by your throat. “Indeed I was.” He playfully nips at your earlobe, pulling you closer with his other arm. “You got any cameras in here?” 

“I’m flattered you think I have that kind of budget.” 

He tugs the zipper down. “Good.” 

You lean into him, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder as he fully unzips your jumpsuit. He rests his chin on your shoulder, watching hungrily as each new centimeter of your skin is exposed to him. When the zipper is all the way down, he slips his hands inside of the rough fabric, tracing his fingers from your collarbone to your breasts before he gently cups the lacey grey garment you’ve chosen for this evening. 

“This feels rather impractical and fancy,” he hums in your ear. He pinches the charm in the middle, huffing a laugh. “Pretty though. Especially on you. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” 

You shrug out of the top half of your suit, trying to hide the way your lips quirk at his praise and the heat in your face. He trails kisses along your bare shoulders as he helps you push the rough material downwards. “Very impractical,” you agree. “But not expensive. Meant to be ripped off of me.” 

He laughs again, a low growl that rumbles through you, and his hands are on your skin again, rough and warm as you sit nearly bare in his lap. He slips one hand inside your bra, grazing your nipple and causing you to writhe in his grip. He squeezes your breast and you moan. “Lift your hips,” he grunts in your ear, and a thrill shoots through you. You comply, and he manages to push your suit down past your knees, helping you as you kick it the rest of the way off along with your boots. You go to pull your panties down too, but he stills your hand. “Leave them on.” 

You sit back, and Chuckles immediately groans. His fingers reverently trace over your abdomen before they find their way between your legs, parting your thighs, and he inhales sharply when he feels the warm dampness there. 

“Matching panties? And you’re soaked. Bolts, you’re filthy.” 

His fingers are thick and warm against the seam of your undergarments before he slips his fingers under the lace, running his digits through your slick and bringing it to his lips. He moans as he tastes you.

“Fuck, you taste good.” 

“You wanna taste more?” you ask, quivering as his fingers glide back between your legs. 

“Not yet. Right now, I want to fuck you in this cockpit. I wanna think about how your pretty pussy feels wrapped around my cock when I’m flying.”

“Sounds distracting,” you reply in a tone far breathier than you care for. 

“I hear I think better with my dick anyway,” he counters as he toys with your clit.

“Crater said to wait for them,” you gasp, desperately clinging to the last of your resolve. 

“Since when do you take orders from the captain?” he teases, grazing his teeth along the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. “I thought it was your garage, your rules.”

“Since he started leaving handprints on my ass for disobeying him.” 

He hums as he slips a finger inside you. “Seems like you want it right now though. I’d slide right in no problem with as wet as you are.” He nuzzles against your ear as he adds another digit and starts driving his fingers into you, rutting against your ass. You moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you, digging your nails into his arm. “Do you want my cock right now?” he rasps in your ear.

You hope Crater will appreciate how compromised you were later as you grind against Chuckles’s palm. 

It’s really his fault for not getting here sooner.

“I want it. I want you to fuck me,” you moan. 

“Lift your hips again for me then.”

You obey as Chuckles rolls down his pants enough to pull his cock out, pulling your panties to the side and notching himself at your entrance. You feel his knuckles graze you as he pumps himself. His other hand grips your waist. 

“Sit.” 

You sink down slowly on him, and you hear his head thunk against the headrest of the seat as you clench, gradually adjusting around him until you’re fully seated in his lap. 

“Can feel the plug in your ass,” he grits out. “Crater said you might let us all take you at once, but I didn’t think he meant there. Maker, I can’t wait to feel you.” 

You give him another squeeze, trying to pretend you have an ounce of composure as his fingers find their way back between your legs, playing with your clit. 

You’re glad the garage is empty as you and Chuckles give into your carnal desires in the seat of his cockpit. You start off grinding slowly against him, allowing your walls to adjust around his thick member before you begin carefully bouncing up and down on him, ensuring to keep the head of him inside you before you drop back down on his thighs. It doesn’t take long for the wet slaps of your cunt slamming against him and your moans to start echoing throughout the empty garage. 

He’s a talker. Of course he is. 

“Maker, Bolts. I never thought you’d let me fuck this sweet little cunt. I’ve fisted my cock so many times, thinking about what it’d feel like to have you wrapped around me like this, but you’re so much warmer and wetter than I ever could have imagined. You’re like a fucking vice. I’m gonna fill you tonight. Take you in every way I can. Fuck, how are you so soft?” He presses against the small of your back, tipping you further forward as he thrusts up into you. His fingers trace the bruises on your hips and ass. “Crater leave these?”

“Mhm,” you moan, catching your lip between your teeth as he presses gently against the marks. 

“You gonna let me leave some of my own tonight, sweetheart? Gonna let me brand you when I claim you?” 

“Fuck, yes, Chuckles.” 

He groans, gripping your hips harder. You brace yourself against the edges of the cockpit, ignoring the burning in your thighs and calves as they protest the awkward position. It’s nothing compared to the feeling of Chuckles inside of you, and right now, that’s all that matters to you as you chase your pleasure. You’ve been wound up all day, and Chuckles is finally giving you what you’d longed for, rubbing your thighs together at your desk for hours. 

His fingers dig into your hips as he helps guide you up and down. Sweat dribbles between your breasts as you ride him frantically, chasing your high. He adjusts, and suddenly he’s hitting the perfect spot inside of you. Your head tips back and your brows pinch together as you frantically roll your hips, trying to ensure the head of his cock strokes the same place again and again.

“‘M so close, Bolts. Gonna cum in this pussy right now and then gonna have you clean my cock off. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck your ass. You’re gonna be screaming my name all night, sweetheart. You close?”

You whine as he slips his hand back between your legs, circling your clit. “Yeah. Yeah I’m close.” 

“Gonna cum on my cock, Bolts?” 

“Not if she doesn’t want to get edged until she’s crying for the rest of the night,” a voice calls out from the darkness. 

You and Chuckles freeze in the cockpit as two figures step into the light: Crater, who’s glaring at you, and Gregor, wearing a cocky smirk. Both of them are stripped down to only their under suits and boots, and Gregor’s wearing a tank top of some burger joint you don’t recognize, but it shows off his arms nicely. Both of them have bedrolls slung over their shoulders. Chuckles’s thumb rubs against your hip, and you clench around him. 

“I thought I told you to behave yourself,” Crater reminds you, his tone the low and dangerous baritone you’re more than familiar with. 

“Technically, you told me not to touch myself in the backroom of my office. And I didn’t,” you reply sweetly.

“You’re right, she is a brat,” Gregor giggles. 

“Better a brat than an asshole,” you pant, ignoring how relieved you are to hear his ridiculous laugh again.

Gregor is completely unphased by your words, snickering as he climbs the ladder, leaning on the edge and looking over your body. “Good to see you too, Bolts,” he jeers, gripping your chin and kissing you. You dig your teeth into his lower lip defiantly, and he grunts. Chuckles gives an indignant huff, thrusting up into you slightly to remind you he’s still there. You squeeze him as hard as you can and he groans as you release Gregor.

“I still fucking hate you, but I’m glad you’re safe,” you mutter.

Gregor just winks at you.

“Out of the fighter, you two,” Crater growls. You playfully roll your eyes, but oblige. Chuckles gasps when his cock slips from you, still hard and now glistening from being inside of you. 

“Sorry,” you whisper teasingly. “More where that came from though. Promise.” You kiss him again before readjusting your lingerie and climbing down the ladder, coming to stand in front of Crater. His eyes are practically glowing. 

“Think you’re cute, don’t you?” he says quietly. 

You shrug. “Like I said, didn’t technically disobey.” 

His fingers reach out, toying with the charm between your breasts. “Well, we’ll see how long that technicality deprives you of an orgasm tonight.” 

You shiver but try to keep yourself composed. “Chuckles, can you hand me down my suit and boots?” 

The pilot goes to toss them to you, but Crater snatches them out of the air. “Oh no you don’t. You wanted to get out of your clothes so much, you can walk back to your office like that.” 

You open your mouth to retort, and Crater raises his eyebrow in warning. You’ve come to recognize that look and all that it entails if you keep pushing your luck, so instead, you tuck your tongue in your cheek haughtily. 

“Alright then.”

A/N: Part 4 soon... and it's gonna be another one over 10k words.

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[tamaruaart]

YOU

Grant us your oc’s delicious lore, anything that comes to mind first-

Ah tysm for asking

(btw I apologize for this being long af 😔)

So I feel like I should prep this by saying before I figured out about LMK I was super into OPS's jttw series. So I made Zhao with the context of the book, and the book doesn't sugar coat things so Zhao's backstory is a bit uhhh, mature? There's no nsfw stuff but there is a lot, lot, loottt of angst (even though the backstory is kinda "simple"), so forgive me :'(

I did change up her backstory a bit for the LMK version because it is a kids show and I don't feel like the creators would stick with the dark tone of the original. Whenever I write OCs for sertant shows I try to write it with the context of "How would the creator tackle this if my oc was a Canon character?" Yk? You don't write a depressed, emo, Greek hero for a light hearted magical girl show.

So ye, this first segment will be her JTTW backstory sum-up and I'll note what is changed in the LMK version at the end👍

JTTW/original backstory(this is long, read at your own risk)-

-Zhao wasn't raised in the best household.. Not only was her father a total womanizer with 3 wives (at the time of her birth, by now he has 7) and who knows how many mistresses, but her elder family member were pretty verbally abusive. I mentioned before but Xiaotian and Biao-Qi (Zhao's father and grandfather) wanted Zhao to be born as a male because in their clan its essential for the first born of every generation to be a boy, so when they found out about Zhao being a girl they were really salty and thought of her as "The disgrace" of the family. (hence why Zhaoyan is a name generally given to Chinese boys, which yea Xiaotian is the type of douche-bag to chose the name of the child at the start of his marriage without the mothers approval)

-Zhao was the one basically raising her younger siblings because her parents couldn't be bothered to, Pangfua (Zhao's mom) couldn't even bare to look at Xiaotian's face so the last thing she cared for was some random children of him and his mistresses, and Xiaotian's other wifes didn't really care for the children either. However, Zhao ADORED her siblings because she was always good with little kids. But as time went on and on, with so many children coming in to the household she started getting tired, but what could she do? At the time she was barely a teenage girl, if she complained to her father she could legitimately be at risk to lose her head. Like I said, Xiaotian couldn't care less about Zhao, he doesn't give a damn if she likes taking care of her siblings or not.

-Eventually Zhao grew too tired of her family, and decided to leave. This might seem selfish but holy frick, the girlie felt like a maid, and it's not like she doesn't care for her family, it's that they couldn't care less about her. All of her siblings were old enough to take care of each other and the other family members treated them well, why shouldn't she be able to "go live her own life"?

- The first place she went was to a temple dedicated to the Chinese tiger spirit- Hu Ye. The reason she went to him specifically was because he was sort of the protector/symbol of Zhao's family (for context think about how Apollo was the protector of the Trojans in the Iliad), she prayed to him all night, she asked humbly to become a Jade Maiden that serves Guan Yin (because that was probably the best option. Also just so you have context- Hu Ye blessed the girls in Zhao's family with a healing gift. So basically they could heal any illness, wound, missing limb etc...). But to her surprise Hu Ye saw what she did as "unforgiving". You shouldn't leave your family who loves you so much, not cool >:( (cut him some slack tho, whenever to family would worship him they would make them self's seem like the most perfect people ever). And so in short he gave her flaming orange hair so she never forgets that she is a Tiger Maiden (bcz orange=tigers and he just be petty like that bro).

-Eventually she went to the woods but she was found by Lánhūa- a forest spirit. Lánhūa took pity on her and decided to take her in as one of her nymphs. Because Zhao had the healing gift she was a great addition to the palace Lánhūa lived in, Zhao was always the one making sure everyone was healthy and the worst someone suffered was a common cold, and even those wouldn't last long.

-However one day while she was collecting fruits for the palace she stumbled upon a strange noise near a mountain, she went to check what it was and wouldn't you have guessed its good ol' Sun Wukong. The pair fairly quickly became friends, Zhao would often tell him stories and keep him company and Sun (who was under that damn mountain for 346 years by the time he and Zhao met) would listen and tell her his life stories.

-At the early stages of the jttw Monkey actually did try and convince Zhao to come with him and the other pilgrims, she would be the one taking care of Tripitaka and making sure he stays healthy. Zhao refused at first but after some time she agreed. Her and Tripitaka were very close because they were both kinda the "sane ones" of the group and Zhao took her position very seriously. Sanzang eventually noticed that this was a bit weird considering how layed back the other pilgrims were, so he confronted her and Zhao opened up to him. And that's how I'd show her backstory in the book.

So in short: Girl leaves abusive family and prays to god, god makes her a ginger and she gets adopted by a hot forest spirit. A monkey befriends her and convinces her to give free health care to his friend **emotional**

Holy crap that took so long to write/ Notes on how her backstory would probably be changed in the lmk version:

In the lmk version I think they'd tone down how bad her family was just a bit, again it is a kids show. I think the start would generally be the same but that Hu Ye would grant her wish. But instead of a disciple for Guan Yin I think they'd change it into a Peach Maiden, so that she could meet the brotherhood and befriend Wukong like she did in the original backstory. They'd probably remove Lánhūa as well (because she is a very minor character in Zhao's backstory). So yea in short of what I think the creators of LMK would do with her character: -Hu Ye grants her wish of becoming a Peach Maiden. -Orange would be her natural hair color(bcz tigers woo). -I honestly think they'd give her a sort-of survivor's guilt because of the whole "leaving your family" thing instead of "Ama give u tiger hair so you never forget how you left your family >:(" -She meets the brotherhood through their lil' rebellion -Healing powers would probably be toned down a bit so there's still some risk

So ya-

Again thank you SO much for the question and thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[ravenromanova]

Hello Solider

Pairings: Bucky x oc

warnings: the red room

word count 1.4k (The chapters will get longer i swear)

(uhhh idk how this posted since it wasn’t supposed to post until wednesday but uh here’s the third chapter i guess 😭)

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Lilith's p.o.v *present time Lilith is 34*

Where am i? What day is it? Why am i so cold? How did i get here? How long have i been asleep? Where is the solider?

My minds running wild as i open my eyes. I don’t recognize the room or clothes i’m in. I try to move my hands and feet but quickly learn that they are bound to the bed.

“HELLO?!” My voice cracks as i yell hoping that someone can hear me.

    "She’s awake. Go wipe and prep her then we will give her the mission." I hear the mumbled words of some guards at the door. My fear grows stronger when i hear I’m gonna be wiped again. I keep trying to pull at my restraints but it proves to be no use again.

      The door suddenly bursts open and two guards i’ve never seen before walk in. I’m suddenly wheeled out of the room on the bed as i scream and trash. One of the guards puts a muzzle on me as we enter a room i don’t know.

“She needs to be wiped and prepped.” One shorter guard says to the doctor and the doctor nods. I’m put in the middle of the room and the muzzle gets taken off, and it gets replaced by a bite guard i know all too well. They tighten the straps on the table before injecting me with a sedative.

My eyes grow heavy but i don’t fall asleep as i see the machine come down on my head. The screams that come out of my throat as it attaches to my head is nothing short of blood curdling. I get zapped about fifteen times before i’m drooling and cant speak.

Dreykov walks in after i get wiped so he can give me my mission. I slowly open my eyes as i hear him walk in. He grabs a chair and sits in front of me before grabbing my face and smacking me conscious.

“Доброе утро бабочка. Мы вытащили тебя на очень важную миссию. Крайне важно, чтобы вы выполнили эту миссию безупречно. понял?” (Good morning butterfly. We pulled you out for a very important mission. It is imperative you complete this mission flawlessly. understood?) He asks as one of the agents hands him a manila folder.

“понял” (understood) I reply back blankly not being able to think right now. He hands me the folder and i try to focus my eyes so i can read it. When i open the folder and see the name "Avengers" on the front page and read what the mission details are. The mission details state that my objective is to get rid of all the avengers. Along with the objective is a list of names. I take my time reading it over knowing that the quicker i read the quicker i leave.

                                               TARGETS

 1.) Tony Stark (AKA Iron Man)

2.) Steve Rogers ( AKA Captain America)

3.) Natasha Romanoff (No Alias)

4.) Clinton Barton (AKA Hawkeye)

5.) Bruce Banner (AKA Hulk)

6.) James Barnes (No Alias)

7.) Samuel Wilson (AKA Falcon)

8.) Wanda Maximoff (AKA The Scarlet Witch)

9.) Pietro Maximoff (AKA Quicksliver)

10.) James Rhodes (AKA War Machine) 

As i read over my targets my eyebrows furrow at the two names without aliases that’s a little weird for a whole group of superhero’s. I just move past it and continue reading my objective which seems to be to take out all the Avengers.

I’m apparently supposed to pose as a party guest for Tony Starks party and take out the members one by one as i get them alone. The mission seems pretty simple. Nothing i haven’t done before so it shouldn’t be a problem.. or so i thought.

“должно быть легко” (should be easy) I say as i finish up reading the mission report.

Dreykov and hands the book to a guard telling him to program me right before we leave for the party. The guard nods his head and Dreykov turns his attention back to me.

”Хорошо, теперь иди готовься, и ты уйдешь, как только закончишь бабочку” (Good now go get ready and you will be leaving as soon as you’re done butterfly) Dreykovs replies handing me two duffel bags and clothes for now.

I walk out of the room with the duffel bags and clothes in my hands and make my way back to my room until we leave. I only have enough time to get dressed before i’m told we need to leave by two guards outside my room.

When i open the door i see the short guard from before along with one i never seen before. I just walk past them and make my way onto the jet without speaking. As i sit down i let out a deep breath and try to focus on my mission.

  I try to relax a little on the jet ride but for some reason i get two of my targets names out of my head. Natasha Romanoff and James Barnes... those two feel oddly familiar to me and i can't figure out why. I try to push off the feelings of familiarity out of my head but its hard for some reason.

Hours go by and we finally land at some dusty ass motel and i walk into a room that i was lead to by the two guards who i still don't know. When i walk into the room i'm hit with the stench of death and mold and i cringe as i'm hit with the smells. I go and sit on the edge of the bed and lay back on the dusty bed trying to calm myself before tomorrow night. I decide to close my eyes for a little as i lay back in the bed but thats ruined as soon as the door swings open. 

"we have to put her to sleep for the night then we will wake her up two hours before the party." guard says to the other one he walked in with. I can barely open my eyes before i'm stuck with a needle in my neck and everything goes dark.

--------------  The next day 2 hours before the party  --------

"wake up soldat it's time to get ready for your mission." I hear some man say to me as i start to wake up. It takes me a second to wake up fully and once i do i remember where i am and what my objective is for the night. I look at the man in front of me and i nod my head which is a sign i'm ready for those damned 10 words and ready for my mission. I nod and then he hands me the duffel bags and tells me to go get ready and that they will program me when im done.

After he hands me the clothes i walk into the dimly lit bathroom and start getting ready for tonight. As i'm getting ready i start to get a feeling that something about this mission isn't right i feel like something is going to go wrong. I try to shake off the feeling as i continue to get ready. I slip on the black dress after i do my makeup and hair and admire myself in the mirror real quick. Ive never worn anything other then the dusty clothes that the red room provides so its nice to be wearing something else for once even if its just for a little.

I walk out of the bathroom to be met with the same two random guards as before. They don't say anything to me they just gesture for me to leave the motel room. I grab my shoes and put them on before i walk out of the room. I walk onto the jet and out my shoes on as i wait for the words.

I see both of the men walk onto the jet and the shorter one is holding what i call ‘the book of the damned’. They both walk over to me and strap my hands and legs down beside me incase i get violent.

The shorter one kneels before me and grabs my face in his rough hand. He smiles devilishly as he gets ready to make me hate myself for the next 24 hours.

“черный,луна,лесдымоход,железнодорожный вокзал,музыка,сказка,ночь,вода,коридор,радио” (black, moon,forest, chimney, train station, music, fairytale,nightfall, water, corridor,radio) He speaks slowly and i can smell the tobacco and vodka on his breath. Once he says the last words i can feel myself get shut out and the winter widow take over. I close my eyes and when i open them again i can feel the difference in my body, I can feel her take over my body and leave me helpless.

“Soldat?” He asks backing up waiting for my response as the other guard stands next to him.

“готов соблюдать” (ready to comply) I reply with a gravelly voice and a dead look in my eyes.

”привет солдат” (Hello solider) He says smiling at me.

i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other cites

Ahhhh! The third chapter is here!!!! Now this is where it starts to get reallllll good at least in my opinion. We will get to see Bucky and Lilith interact more in chapter four and maybe we will even see our favorite widow as well 👀 Let me know what yall think in the comments and dont forget to like and reboot and ill see you in the next chapter! 🖤❤️

[one-winged-dreams]

B-Word

ship: the reveries of my mind (adri x akingreaux), (pl: adri and mallory [oc]) source: original content word count: 947

uhhh UHHHHHHH

you know >_>;

Also introducing an old oc of mine, Mal. She's super goth, and a trans woman who changed her name to Mallory Practice because she's a badass that does burlesque and thought her stage name would be cool to have legally. Her gimmick is sexy nurse. I love her to pieces.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife @faerie-circle-ships @kylars-princess

"I'm gonna go take a smoke break, actually maybe watch the counter for me?"

Adri's head abruptly lifted from the surface of the checkout counter, unflatteringly disoriented.

"Wha? Oh shit, yeah okay, Mal."

Mallory regarded him behind raven-colored bangs, her ever-crimson lips pursing into a line.

Then she huffed.

"Not that it matters, your boyfriend has been chatting up the clientele the whole time you were dreaming about him."

The comment was brazen, and Adri's face went red.

"D-don't say that word, Mal!" he hiss-whispered.

He could FEEL Mallory's eyebrow raise despite being unable to see it.

"Say what? Boyfriend? That's like, what he is, right?"

Silence.

"Stop denying the boyfriend allegations. Doesn't he like, live with you? I told you how fucked that is, right? Because that's kinda fucked. You met him like what, a few weeks ago? A month tops?" Mallory's tone wasn't judgmental so much as blunt.

Technically, and he would never tell Mallory this, Akingraeux had moved in only a couple DAYS after they had met. Per their… Arrangement. But he couldn't exactly say, 'Hey, he's an old god that's starved for faith and I'm stupid and gay, so I said I'd give it to him.'

"Well he's… It wasn't in a gay way, he just needed a place to stay. He was… Inbetween homes? A-And he works from home, so how is he supposed to do his job if he's homeless!" Adri realized he had descended into frantic rambling, which was never a good look in Mal's eyes.

"Right," was all she said and this time, there WAS a tint of judgment to her words. Then she sighed, pulling out a box of menthols and shaking one out. "Well, if slash when he turns out to be a jackass, I'll totes drag him out of there by his hair if I need to. Though he kinda looks like the type of guy that'd like that."

"MAL!"

"ADRI!"

Adri's pout incited a Mallory smirk before she made her grand exit towards the back of the gallery. He made sure the clicking of her heels was out of hearing range before he came from behind the counter and made his way to the front of the shop.

Aki was there, his arms folded over his chest as the bell over the door rang, signifying that someone had just left.

"Stop scaring off the customers," Adri commented, crossing his own arms and craning his neck to look up at Aki as he stood beside him.

"I'm NOT! It's so hurtful that you would say that, have you considered people might actually want to come talk to me?" Aki mock-pouted, contrastingly wrapping an arm around Adri's shoulders and giving him a little shake as he was wont to do.

Adri couldn't help but crack a small smile, his cheeks heating up.

"Was that Kylar, then?"

"Del, actually. Birthday shopping and all that jazz."

Adri blinked.

"Oh shit, is Kylar's birthday coming up or something?"

Nodding, Aki screwed his mouth to the side thoughtfully.

"Yeah, wondering if we should get him something and/or what."

Adri mimicked the expression, finding himself leaning into Aki's side. He was always so warm. And he smelled nice. And-

"Uhhh, we could cut out the semantics and let him have first pick next market? No charge, obvs," he managed to keep himself from sounding flustered, though his face had reddened marginally.

"COOL, SO GLAD I ASKED YOU TO DO YOUR JOB, YOU'RE THE BEST, ADRI!" came Mal's voice from the back of the shop.

At the sudden scolding, Adri winced but smiled all the same.

"She's not being cruel, that's just her brand of affection. Buuut I'm sure you're acquainted enough to know that by now."

"Oh yeah, totally. You introduced me to your friends, biiig step. We'll be wed in no time," Aki squinted with an instigative grin, and Adri knew that he could feel the way his heart thumped wildly at the comment.

"N- Y- I-"

"Shhhh, don't talk. You're just so sexy when you speak eloquently to me," Aki mercilessly continued his onslaught of teasing.

"S-Stop it! You're so mean to me!" Adri ultimately pouted, ducking out from under his arm and standing with his back facing Aki.

Aki laughed, returning his arms to their position over his chest.

"Don't say that so loud, Mal might drag me out of here by my hair."

"She said she thinks you'd be into that."

"Oh, I am."

Checkmate, Adri's face burned again.

"I'm gonna goooo back to the gallery, I think some of the prints need restocked," he half-muttered.

"You want me to stay out of your way?" Aki inquired with a tilt of his head.

Silence.

"Ohhh, you want my company. How veeeerrry scandalous, being on the clock and all."

"D-Do whatever you want!" Adri whirled around now, biting his lower lip in embarrassment.

"Hah! What I want," Aki approached, his torturous advances continuing as he tilted Adri's head up, "is to spend a little quality time while you do what you love."

Adri hadn't expected something so romantic, his wide eyes blinking. He was unaware of how those eyelashes fluttering affected Aki, whose smirk widened further only slightly.

"O-Okay… Thanks," was all he could bring himself to say, turning his head to the side, as was the only way he could escape eye contact.

Aki let out another 'hah!', releasing Adri's chin to ruffle his hair.

"Of course," he replied, passing Adri as he began to make his way to the gallery. He paused, turning his head around enough that Adri could make out a pleased squint through a gap in his hair. "That's what boyfriends are for, right?"

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Okay so I just got ENLIGHTENED with a sudden idea. I need you to hear me out on this because I've never made a Dandy's World OC and this would be my uhhh. First attempt.

So one of my special interests is dinosaurs, and I've been bouncing around ideas in my head for a lil while - mostly getting stuck on the design, name, and twisted concept. I always figured they'd represent determination and honesty.

So, I present the first concept: Fritz the Fukuiraptor.

Still unsure about design, but they're a toon-ified fukuiraptor (a type of megaraptoran, from the dromaeosauridae family!) that's sort-of friends with Shelly. It's not exactly a bad friendship, it's just a lot of enthusiasm on Shelly's end and a bit less from Fritz. They're fond of her, though!

They're meant to teach children about determination and, above all, honesty. Fritz can come off as blunt on occasion, but they mean well, and if something they say hurts a friends feelings then they'll always apologize.

Fritz uses they/them, and if asked about gender will probably give some reply like "I think that's what I ate for lunch yesterday, haha!" - it's not that they lack one (they're a girl, for what it's worth), they simply don't understand it.

They're on good terms with Shelly, Finn, Gigi, Glisten, Flutter, Scraps, and Goob. Everyone else they're fond of but aren't exactly friends with. They think Shrimpo is funny.

Gameplay-wise, Fritz would serve as a survivalist/emergency distractor/support (technically.) High movement speed and stealth, subpar stamina (better at burst sprinting) and subpar extraction speed that can be eased with the use of trinkets.

Their passive ability, "Never Give Up!", allows nearby toons to continue sprinting even once they've run out of stamina. The radius for their passive is similar to Astro's/Tisha's abilities and requires them to maintain close radius to said toon(s). Their high stealth and movement speed helps them with this ability, though their low stamina can sometimes result in them being placed into danger once their teammate gets away. Best to be careful!

And .. now for the twisted concept!

Fritz is a rare twisted with a unique gimmick that makes them stand out. They wander the map slowly similarly to Glisten, but they aren't passive, just completely blind. This is where a fun little icon I noticed comes in: the sprinting indicator.

See the lil sprinting icon? Now it finally has a use beyond telling you when you're obviously sprinting! This now serves as a lil reminder that you're making too much noise.

You can walk as close as you want to Fritz, so long as you're not sprinting, and they won't acknowledge you at all. The moment you start to sprint, however, they'll make a full beeline at incredible speeds towards the source of the sound. If you stop sprinting, they'll continue their path towards where they last heard a sound.

They can still be triggered by airhorns/failed skillchecks, however, as these produce noise! Best be careful when they're nearby!

So uhhh .. that's about it. First attempt at making a proper DW OC, and I figured if anyone would want to hear about it you would hehe. Sorry for the absolute paragraphs of ramblings but uhhh. Let me know what you think! I'll definitely make a design for them at some point later.

Honestly I’ve been fighting the urge to share my dandys world oc with you so I take this absolutely has invitation to ramble as well.

As for the oc they seem rather cool! I never thought of applying the run icon to show you’re making too much noise. I also have a twisted who’s blind, Charley, and he also is attracted to sound. This beautiful little specimen.

I talk about this guy so much. In the show he was made to be like an assistant of Astro that was helped him manage other toons dreams, and who has a very brotherly relationship with him though it’s not outright stated that they are family. A stuffed animal brought to life with magic who’s experiencing what it’s like out in the normal world with the other toons

[umbracirrus]

hi there! fellow skyrim fan here, i'm making my own skyrim oc story soon and ive always really liked how you characterize the npc's was just curious if you had any particular notes on how you might theoretically write farkas? the companions are tragically underdeveloped personality wise after the questline and it doesn't leave alot to work with. ty!

Ahhhh, thank you-!!! ^-^

Now, hm... If I were to write Farkas, I feel he's really friendly and kind! In-game he gets all friendly with you really quickly I find, he doesn't judge you for if you don't/are unable kill the giant unless you accidentally hit him with an arrow when trying to help because that's another story and ends with you being chased by him, Aela, and Ria all aggroed which may or may not have been something I've done on occasion, he's just straight away saying 'you look strong :)'

But I also feel that he's got a strong sense of morality. Like if he could help someone, he would - it's honourable to help out!! And he knows what he thinks is bad, and sticks with it. With the exception of his thoughts about being a werewolf because it seems to be very much of a middle ground to him - I think he says that he likes what he can do as a werewolf, but also takes into account the thoughts of the likes of Kodlak and Vilkas who aren't as keen on being one.

And following on from that last point, he's quite thoughtful too. Another time he does it is when he turns into a werewolf for the first time in front of you. He says that he hopes he didn't scare you-!! can you tell I've got his UESP page open to figure things out? lol

He's also smarter than people give him credit for, it is just that he prefers action - though there are times where he uses his smarts for good. Again, that first transformation - he weighs up between keeping the Circle's secret (not that the Silver Hand likely helped there) and keeping the two of you alive, and chooses the latter because it was possible that he could have been overwhelmed through sheer numbers without your help, and turning into a werewolf could have been the difference between life and death. Or at least I feel that could be his reasoning in those few seconds which he had to think of what to do.

In addition to that, there was when there was the conversation after Kodlak's death that happens in the Underforge. Farkas is silent almost the entire time, simply taking in the conversation which is happening between Aela and Vilkas. The only time which he speaks in that entire conversation is when there was mention of Kodlak being avenged - he knows that it isn't right, so responds with 'Kodlak didn't care for vengeance', which kind of ties in with his thoughtfulness too, honouring Kodlak's beliefs even after death.

Of course, he definitely has his moments where you can somewhat understand the nickname of 'Ice-Brain'.

And of course he's strong :) Again with the whole preferring action over words, and it's his response when asked about the civil war which conveys it the best I feel - "Too confusing for me. Empire, Nords, Talos. Who cares? Just tell me who needs bludgeoning." And he is so real for that.

Also after a conversation with @hircines-hunter before, we both bet he also gives the best hugs in Jorrvaskr. He's a big, friendly, cuddly guy :) Those arms are big for a reason-!!!

So. Uhhh. Sorry this is long and rambling but it's probably what I'd consider if I were to write Farkas? And heavy use of his UESP page/Skyrim script when trying to figure out how he'd talk lol.

[imagoddamnonionmason]

hey! 5. how far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

6. how easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

15. does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

for Jodie and Nanette please!👀✨

Hello, love! Thank you kindly for the ask <3

ooooo where to start :3c

5. how far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Jodie: relatively far. Jodie will do whatever she must to achieve what she needs to and to get what she wants. At times, she will think about the consequences of her actions which can lead to her not going as far as she knows she's capable of. Jodie is naturally an analytical thinker, so she'll put a lot of thought into what she has to do to get what she wants and if that's pushing a limit, then sometimes she'll push a limit. Like I say, she judges each situation individually and will try to figure out whether going far is worth the want.

Nanette: Not too far - she can be stubborn and if she does really want something bad enough she'll do what she can to get it, but most of the time she doesn't have much fight. She's too selfless for her own good. She'll put other people's wants before her own; in fact, I don't think it's often that she does think about what she wants. If you were to ask her the question, she'd probably just stare at you a little dumbfounded.

When it comes to her and Soap, for example, who wants the remote, there's only one ice cream left, little silly things, then all's fair. He's taller than her and he once held the remote high because it was his turn to choose a film, but she wanted to choose. Yes, she climbed him like a tree.

6. how easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

Jodie: she's been doing things that go against her moral compass for most of her life, so I would say it would take quite some convincing - too long has she let other people take away her choice to do the 'right thing' in her eyes. So, the second she gets that freedom to choose to stick to her moral compass she would take a lot for you to budge her on it. As with the other question, she would be looking at the pros and cons, judging the whether the outcome is worth her going against her morals.

Nanette: uhhh, if I'm honest, I think Nanette would like to think she wouldn't budge, but I reckon she would budge a lot quicker than other OCs. This is a tough one because she's never really in a situation where this would be an issue for her, so she (by extension me) wouldn't know exactly how she'd react to such a request. I think she'd be stubborn at first, but she'd be easily whittled down until she gives in.

15. does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

Oho yes, they both do :3 it took me a while to figure out who I wanted for Jodie, but Nanette felt right the second I saw the actress.

Jodie: Kate Beckinsale (like look at her she's so pretty I could die)

Nanette: Katie McGrath - just, her eyes were perfect.

Thank you so much for your ask, Ann!! Hopefully you enjoyed the responses!

Goose :3c

[mandalhoerian]

bruh my comment was too long to post under the new chapter so i’m sending an ask. saw the ao3 notif and scheduled to read it this fine evening, good thing i was like “lemme scroll on tumblr and see what’s up” because SJFKDJLXBZB the face i made when i saw i was tagged and followed BY YOU? also ma’am 🤚🏻wdym nobody comments like i do. like what do you mean. i have a concerning relationship with receiving praise so i advise you to stfu (affectionately).

my poor girl vera can’t catch a break, loss after loss after loss in such a short period. i just want to give her lots and lots of hugs (consensually). on another note i love that she clocked ada’s intentions right away bc capcom wtf is that writing. one person taking down a whole organization is like sending only one person to save president’s kidnapped daughter (laugh track). let me tell you i have been waiting for this 🤌🏻 vera and ada interacting 🤌🏻 leon being there all charming and naive and trusting people easily 🤌🏻 shai you just get the dynamics of all the characters *so right* 🤌🏻

sorry for the excessive amount of parentheses and emojis let me just find another obnoxiously annoying emoji to spam about the intimacy between leon and vera. 🤧 it’s this one but i’m wiping my snot away from crying about it. the small touches between the two are so tender in this fucked up world 🤧 vera’s hand on his forearm… leon collecting her in his arms, comforting her 🤧 his arm on her shoulder 🤧 i could cry and get a headache from thinking about them. i’m so serious.

(gnawing at the bars of my enclosure) JILL VALENTINE MENTION???? VERA KNOWS HER? WHAT IS THE LORE? I NEED TO KNOW.

how does one end a delirious comment. uhhh. so yeah. i love nttd and vera so much and i’m so happy that it’s back babyyyy.

Ofc I followed!!!! I don't remember why I didn't in the first place like but like ???? ur making it sound like I'm some big shot but like pls im a loser who's writing oc fanfiction on the internet and is so lucky and grateful to get people invested in it!!!!! AND YES nobody comments like you do! You're the dream of a fanfiction author ON GOD. THANK YOU SO MUCH

ramble below to keep your dashboards clean:

I think we talked about this over on ao3 but honestly re2r's ada just doesn't make sense to me. The FBI cover is logical (when you first think about it), but the way she's immediately pulling a gun on Annette the minute they see her and DECLARING her intentions isn't. She then proceeds to reveal her target is Annette, and then her going with the FBI thing becomes less logical, bc why would Annette hand over the G-Virus sample to the feds, either? It's entirely a shock factor thing revolved around Leon, she's only fooling him -- or maybe, she's fooled Ben like this, too, and was forced to stick to her cover when shit went down, we don't know 😭 why did they do my girl ada like that... (ngl re4r ada supremacy. period.)

But either way, un-truths she would throw as a bone to a "civilian" like Leon would of course be caught by Vera, nugget by nugget, while still making her think "mayhaps the FBI is misinformed????" -- I didn't want to ruin that fine line by Ada going on about Annette making the virus and her being the most dangerous of all "g-virus g-virus g-virus" or whatever because 1) WHY WOULD A SPY DO THAT???? 2) it would surely make Vera go "yeah NOPE" 💀💀

it's so much fun for them to try sussing each other out, Light and L mind games over there while Leon is happily frolicking. not one thought behind those eyes 😭

ALSO LIKE YES THE TOUCHES!!!!!! It's Leon initiating all of them for me 👹👹👹 physical touch taking over when words can't. my favorite thing of all UGGHHHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR JOINING ME IN MY MISERY

ALSO totally not going "actually 🤓☝" as I'm saying this because it's been HALF A WHOLE YEAR + the fic is over 100K words -- Vera knows Jill from post!mansion incident - pre!outbreak, in that ephemeral "investigation" phase of Jill's. I do mention it in the fic that Vera supplies information to Jill (as around that time she's trying to get rid of the weight of all she knows and trying to pass on the "hero's job" to someone else) and they exchange their findings while trying to be careful not to get caught by ppl Umbrella put on Jill's tail. I think I wrote it in passing that Vera was disguised as a secretary and sat back-to-back with Jill on a booth in one of those occasions? She's loosely connected to re3r by having a brief appearance in carlos' police station section in my head, entrusting Jill to him and all and promising to meet up with them in the station once she talks to her dad about it ☹

"delirious comment" WDYM ITS MY LIFEBLOOD THANK YOU 😭

[spellboundrose]

Knack oc redesign :^]]

Her first design wasn't bad I just wanted her to look more unique and fit my style and aesthetic more, this design definitely reads more as different from knack but a similar type of creature/species(? Idk how to put it) I thought the owl theme was really cute, so I leaned pretty heavily into it, and I think it looks good! It probably doesn't make sense universe wise, but it's cute, so idc lol. This design gets her personality across a little better with the darker colors and sharp face

She's a little taller than medium knack(5'4) so she's about 5'7 pretty average height, she can't absorb relics the same way knack can due to her being a different type of relic golem than him, she's still made out of relics and uses the same sort of magnetic core to keep her pieces to together but she has more custom parts made her body than knack who's just made of basic relic shapes. To me, the knack and the ancient civilization are sorta Greek themed which is why I gave her the owl theme I think because it reminds me of Artemis. In general, I tried to give her a guardian vibe

I guess I should also include her old design in the post because it's a redesign :^]

I still think the old design is super cute but she looks a bit too cute for how bitchy her personality actually is, because she's from the ancient civilization she's still sorta warming up to modern society and humans. She comes off as pretty mean and blunt but it's just how she talks, she does care about people (alot more than she'd ever admit) but believes tough love definitely

Uhhh yeah! I'll definitely draw more of her when I feel like drawing again and I especially wanna draw her interacting with other characters because I have such bad brain rot about them all <3

I really wanna just rant about her for hours so I guess if anyone wants to ask anything about her I'd be ecstatic to answer! :^]]