#my oc worthy

[wombywoo]

heart-throb 🫀

[musubiki]

timeskip oscar doodle 🌱

[bears-sillybasement]

I'M NOT DEAD. HI.

Take it.

The amount of times I've tried to draw this for his birthday is humiliating.......First I made one on a canvas TOO BIG and the canvas DIED. Then it gave me a 2 day artblock where everything went wrong consecutively and THEN I did this....And I certainly don't like it LOL. BUT. BUT. UM. Happy birthday to my beast, it was on March 15th but, oh well 😍..

[dragon-subway]

”why are they called dogbite?” I hear your wondering. The answer is quite simple, and also very funny

[mblue-art]

out w these tall clowns 🌲🌸

[strange-aelurus]

✧ And Out of the Dark Rose Two Gods ✧

yapping under cut

this was so fun to make!!!! i love being able to put my ocs into different situations like this instead of them just standing there in a void. basically, the lore for this is that semathet (grey/black one) is helping its sibling sothylat (white one) out of the waters of the void. they're both gods, but they don't know that yet, since they've literally just started existing.

i think i would've been okay with just the greyish pencil background, but i wanted it a bit darker (since it's meant to be the void, and the void is supposed to be pitch black) but the marker i started using was threatening to give up lol. the lineart was the best part of the process, especially with drawing the ripples around the two characters! the coloring for the border is so so shit but it was fun in the moment so i don't really mind.

[meangreennunseen]

Medusan Spirit

A quick random drabble.

Ferrus trying to get used to being a dad and failing miserably. He had met his match.

- Sleep. - Primarch's voice was stern, but without any malice or negativity. It was just a simple order.

Small child, who sat by his side, watched giant being laying beside him with questioning expression, but it seemed he completely missed the order.

- Haven't you heard what I said? Sleep. Now. - Ferrus' eyes narrowed as he ordered again locking his sight with a child, but his order had no effect. Quite opposite, Argus just smiled at him innocently.

Primarch growled, as he turned on his back and sighed. Why him? Why he has to carry this burden, not any of his brothers? Why not Horus? He probably would enjoy it. Why not Russ? He also seems fool enough to find such a burden enjoyable. Even Fulgrim? Yes that one was the newest Brother his Father recovered and he... Was different. Something about the one who called himself Phoenician of the IIIrd. was so different from others, but felt of same kin to him, Ferrus Manus of Xth.

He glanced to the side of his bed. The hammer named Forgebreaker, a traded gift with Fulgrim after challenging eachother in the Forges of Ural, was unique, strong, durable, but also ellegant and beautiful. Just as Fulgrim was. For one Ferrus loved the hammer, but on other hand, he was bitter that Fulgrim managed to achieve such a beauty and perfection with metalwork. His craft. While in his eyes, Fireblade he made was not worthy gift.

Ferrus felt cold sting on his skin and as he glanced, he remembered the child. He now managed to find a way on top of him and sat on his abdomen, legs spread to the sides. His necrodium covered hands plastered on Ferrus shirtless skin.

That child was pain in his ass, as Terrans used to say.

He grunted. Not because it was any issue physically to hold a child he could almost otherwise carry in one palm, but it frustrated him so. Why him? He was more content with his life as it was before this.

Ferrus was bred for war and conquest. He was Emperor's weapon of warfare, not a nursemaid. Primarchs were not meant to raise children and he was unlucky one chosen for this. Even his Father, the Emperor, ordered him to take the child. Why, Ferrus had no idea. It's not like Mankind needed more warriors with Astartes at the frontlines.

He cursed that damned day something clinged in him and he pulled that child from a toxic swamp on Medusa. Weakness it was, and he now was doomed.

Ferrus lifted his own necrodium covered hands and picked up small child off himself. He felt Argus' back goosebump and hastly willed some higher temperature in his hands. Again, why he cared to show effort confused him so.

Ferrus placed child besides him on the bed, pointing his massive finger right at child's face.

- Sleep. Now. Or else. - he growled. Truth be told he was ready to throw the child across the room and yet he knew sad consequances if those terrible thoughts became reality.

But Primarch was frustrated and tired. More tired than he was for weeks fighting on first frontlines for the Imperium alongside his legion. He hated to admit but putting child to bed was indeed harder than leading warfare of the battlefield.

Maybe his face indeed was scary enough, or intimidation finally worked, but smile from child's face dropped and he laid down into small ball on his belly.

Finally. Peace and quiet. Ferrus laid back down.

For few moments Ferrus closed his eyes. It would have been more useful if he did not need to sleep at all, but for some reason even Primarchs needed this.

So he slept. Not for long though.

What he heard soon after were sniffles. Little ones. Crying.

Again. He felt something pin into his hearts. Otherwise healthy, he felt the pain. Annoying pain which comes due to feelings. Guilt.

Half sitting and cussing in his mind, Primarch turned and loomed over the child, very careful not to harm by accident. Watched him for few seconds just to see little shoulders twitch. Small hand moved to the eyes as child rubbed them.

Damn it.

Ferrus was strict and wanted his child to listen, but now even if Argus listened he cried, forcing Ferrus feel guilt.

Very carefully he poked at the child, only surprisingly to the Primarch his own tiny human child raised his little hand in a ball, smacking his finger away. Primarch, confused by this tried again, just for the child to smack at his hand again.

- Stop it. - Ferrus growled, this time anger he tried to supress before more audible.

Child still sniffled, but pushed himself off the spot he laid upon the bed and turned to the Primarch.

The eyes. Those hazily green eyes, reminding half dead flora of Medusa, looked at him with anger. Total denial of demigod before him and frustration. Even if Argus' lip still twitched from crying and cheeks and eyes were wet, boy was angry.

Ferrus just watched him back not really knowing what to do. Weirdly enough his own eyes drifted away from that angry face. Was he... Embarrased? Nonsense! He was a Primarch, son of Emperor, Demigod among mere mortals and this child now looked down on him making Ferrus feel so minicule.

A child. Human child. Mortal Human Child. Yet so determined in his own way to even defy almighty creature like him.

Suddenly Ferrus felt smile form on his lips. That smile grew into a giggle and a full laugh. Primarch laid back down on his back, laughing to himself. He turned the head, still smiling to watch what's about to happen next. Now he had to see what is about to go down.

Argus still held his tiny necrodermis fists pressed into balls, like he was about to jump a Primarch. No, not a Primarch, but his own Father. He tried to stand up on the bed and he almost got it just to fall backwards. He tried again, and again until he was on his feet. Ferrus had no idea when human children started to walk, but it was probably about time his kid got the hang of it.

Once on the feet, Argus made his way to the side of Primarch and again started climbing on his abdomen. Ferrus was about to reprimand his kid for a second time, but before he could, little Argus shot him down with the same stern and denying look.

It seemed Primarch finally lost. To a human child.

Once again on top on Ferrus' abdomen, Argus scooted closer to his father's barren large chest and slumped on it making himself comforable. He closed his eyes and soon dozed off.

Ferrus had to cover his own mouth so not to laugh too loud.

Despite all the frustrations he had with his son, he could not deny that unbreakable Medusan spirit Argus posessed.

Placing palm of his other metal hand carefully over his son's gently moving tiny frame, Ferrus took one deep breath.

Maybe indeed he was stuck in this hopeless situation, but just as every impossible task before him, he will crush it.

[bugisbonkerz]

fish queen and her weird looking husband

OC is by @mango-mya

[dellamortte]

umm so i wrote a little something inspired by the idea of my rook keeping a journal!! i wanted to write what would be her last entry before the events of tearstone island…. also contains a slight confession about her feelings towards Lucanis… it’s nothing special and it’s quite short but i wanted to post it anyway…. 🥺👉👈

Rook’s Journal Entry —

Elgar’nan has made his move. I should’ve seen this coming, I should’ve known something was wrong. But I don’t think I ever could’ve guessed that he would literally move the moon. Now we only have a few hours before he finishes the dagger.

The team is frightened, we were not prepared for this. They look to me for guidance, to give them strength. But I can’t let them see that I’m afraid too. I can’t let them know that I—[The rest of sentence is scribbled out.] I trust them all and I know we’ll be ready when the time comes. We will make it through.

I spoke to Varric and he gave me some reassurance, but I can’t help but feel like he should take the lead on this one. He should be there with us, leading us like he was supposed to. But he’s still too injured. I worry about him, it’s been so long and his wound still hasn’t healed. He’s been there for me for so long and I don’t know what I would do without him.

So I’ll let him rest. He believes in me. I won’t let him down. Like he said, just fight one battle at a time.

But this battle will be the toughest we’ve faced yet. We might not all make it back. [The previous line is crossed out but still eligible to read.] No, can’t think like that. We’re going to be okay. We can do this. I will fight, to keep everyone safe. To stop the gods and save all of Thedas. No pressure.

Lucanis… I’ve never seen him so worried. I did my best to reassure him but I don’t think it was enough. I have complete faith in him, I know he won’t miss this time. He’s come so far since Weisshaupt. He’s so much stronger and braver than he realises. I wish I could let him know how much I trust him. I wish I could tell him that I— [More words have been scribbled out.]

I did try. But he stopped me before I could say it. I should’ve… No, maybe it was for the best. He already has enough to worry about.

I just wanted to let him know… in case something happens. If one of us… No. I can’t even think about it.

I’ll just have to make sure we win this fight. Finally put an end to it all and bring everyone home.

Then we can be together. Then I can finally tell him that I lo—[The words have been lost, fresh teardrops have made the ink run.]

The Inquisitor taught me an Elven word at our last meeting. Ma Vhenan. She told me it means ‘my heart’. I thought of Lucanis the second I heard it.

He means more to me than I could ever put into words. But that… it comes close enough. He is my heart. My everything.

I can only hope that he feels the same.

[An addition has been added to the page recently, written in Lucanis’ handwriting.]

I do.

I’ll find you, Rook. I swear.

[collophora]

last Oc of the trio Pippali - Clone Poet : Magendi Riss. Umbarian medic upgraded Captain after Order 66. Like all Umbarian he got...dubious morals...

[kasstarry]

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[agentnatesewell]

Describe your OC as memes! Four or however many - and I picked ten!

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For Surina

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[giantkillerjack]

There is a horror in that moment

The kind that makes most folks look away

That moment

When you realize

The Pain

Will not be stopping.

I'm writing a book in which

The main character goes through the same thing

And I'm stuck because

How do you write a scene like that?

Where do you put it in the story?

When does it finally dawn on him?

Not only the knowledge that

dancing

running

skipping

jumping

walking

fucking

working

adventuring

Living

will never be the same.

But when will it dawn on him that his last day of painlessness was months ago, and he didn't even know it at the time? (didn't even get to say goodbye)

Maybe that's why they say dawn breaks.

Maybe I'm stuck because I've never seen it anywhere else.

(maybe that's why I felt all alone in my mourning)

(maybe that's why I'm writing a book)

I've never seen a story where there were days of pain and days of ease, and then the days without pain got fewer and fewer until one day, it was just

Pain.

And of course my character, he waits

And waits

And waits

And works

And searches

And pleads

And yet the rest of his life

Suddenly stretches before him

Horrifically long, unthinkably long, with the knowledge that, from now on,

Every Day Will Be A Pain Day.

Every second

Of every minute

Of every hour day week month year

For forever

For forever

For forever

For forever

For forever

For forever

For forever

How many scenes do I write

of him mourning?

And - before he finds the acceptance that even allows for mourning -

How many scenes of that horrific slow-sudden frantic-panicked suspicion of the truth?

How does one draw (it's a graphic novel) the face of a man (his name is David)

struck with that kind of strangling grief?that choking half-denial?

That silent scream of horror given sound?

How many people tell him they are sure it will be fine even as he feels himself falling further?

How many of them fail to understand until they are gone from his life?

How many times does he blame himself?

How many times is he right?

Don't get me wrong

It's a hopeful story

Really.

It has a happy ending

And that happy ending happens

On a pain day.

I just hope I can tell my story good enough to show

What that means and

Why it matters.

I just hope we can be seen.

[hermitcrabstar]

I've been thinking about and wanting to draw Sky with some of my friends' OCs. I'm still trying to figure out how to do it though, like maybe a Collab? :3 🩶✨

[mik0is0bored]

Cigarettes and the Holidays

↳JJK oc short fic

Masterlist

Playlist🎧

Fyi: very long! (It took me 7 hours to write, and it's also 8 pages long on Google docs)

Note: Really all it is is that in my English class we had to write smth holiday related and why not right abt mine (Hanako) and a friends(Satsuki) jjk ocs? With angst of course!

Note: it initially starts at the shibuya incident, and it takes awhile to lean into the holidays like early December to the epilogue which is the day of christmas

Description: Hanako and Satsuki thought they'd be best friends forever. They're childhood friends, nothing can separate them. But the night of October 31st, 2018 in Shibuya, their life goes to shit.

Tags: not a lot of swearing (there is only one or two curse words cus this is an assignment for english), LOTS of gore in the flashback after Hanako finds Satsuki, bittersweetness, HEAVY ANGST

November 1st, 2018, 01:54 am

Hanako quietly leaned against the wall, the water droplets hitting her face. She had only moments ago gotten out of a battle alive, only having to cut off her leg to survive.

Hanako wished she hadn't gotten into that fight with Satsuki, then she wouldn't have to forever live with the fact she had insulted her best friend, only for hours later to see her friend leaning her back against the wall, bleeding from several spots on her body.

October 31st, 2018, 20:37 pm

“He said stick together, Hanako!”

“Do you want to have less casualties, and the possibility of us both living, or more casualties? Because if we’re grouped up, we could both die.”

“You’re so pessimistic!”

“I’m being realistic, Satsuki! Because you and I both know there’s a chance of us both dying if we stay together!”

“That is pessimism!”

“You don’t know anything about missions or anything! You're going to be helpless on this mission! Your curse technique is useless!”

Silence fell over the two teenage girls. It was quiet for quite a while before Satsuki spoke, her voice solemn, not its usual teasing yet powerful timbre. “Look, we’re both stressed about this mission and our goal. But although, your idea… about splitting up, I’m not so sure. You know what I’m tryna say?”

Hanako exhaled, knowing Satsuki was right, but she didn't want to admit it. The dark-haired teenager exhaled an exasperated sigh before speaking.

“Mhmm… yeah, I suppose,” Hanako began, hesitating between her sentences before speaking once more, “But if we split up, there's a chance we might save more peopleー” While in the middle of her statement, Satsuki spoke up once more.

“I know you’re stressed, I can practically hear it in your voice,” Satsuki began, running her fingers through her lilac hair before finishing her statement. “But I have a compromise.”

Hanako was about to retaliate before she heard the word “compromise”, her interest was piqued as she raised an eyebrow, hoping Satsuki would continue. Satsuki saw Hanako’s incredulous expression and continued.

“Keep an eye on the time, at 21:20, meet back here, yeah?” Hanako let herself listen to her friend’s words before nodding slowly. “Yeah, meet you back here at 21:20.”

The two girls nodded and gave each other a thumbs up before going their separate waysー but little did the both of them know, it was the last time they would both see each other okay.

November 1st, 2018, 02:37 am

Hanako exhaled, slowly sliding against the wall, trying to drag herself to the infirmary base set up at the start of the attacks. She wasn’t one to usually show her expressions, but right now, how could she not feel emotional?

She had got into a fight with her friend, watched her die in her arms, and had to cut off her leg to survive. Hanako thought that even the strongest of people couldn't hide their emotions after such damage mentally, physically, and emotionally.

She eventually got herself dragged to the makeshift hospital that was set up, and she saw Shoko walk over to her and grab her shoulders.

“Are you okay? Where’s Satsuki?” she heard the older woman say, but Hanako was too emotionally wrecked to respond verbally. The only thing she could do was shake her head, trying to imply what had happened to her best friend.

Shoko noticed this and nodded, helping the 16-year-old girl to one of the cots placed in the city center, before taking out medical supplies to stop the bleeding from where Hanako had cut her leg off.

Hanako felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness, before ultimately falling asleep, her mind replaying everything that had happened in the last few hours.

October 31st, 2018, 23:28 pm

Hanako couldn't find any clocks that she could read, so she began sprinting around the area to find one that wasn't shattered.

She eventually found a readable clock, it had read 23:28 pm. Two hours and eight minutes past when Hanako promised to meet back up with Satsuki.

She began sprinting back to where the two had promised to meet up, only to find that Satsuki wasn’t there.

If that didn’t increase her anxiety levels, what did?

Hanako was now running in any direction, seconds passing like years. Her mind was swarming with thoughts and questions. “Should they have stayed together?” “Did she also lose track of time as well?” “Is she hurt?”

Hanako felt like hours had passed before she eventually came to a stop, seeing Satsuki’s scythe, knowing that Satsuki was somewhere nearby. Her muscles were aching, her body screaming for rest, but she ignored the warning signs and continued to run to find Satsuki.

And then she found her.

Laying against the rubble, Satsuki appeared to have none of her limbs remaining; both arms and legs missing, and a small hole in her side that seemed to go through her entirely. Her face was bloodied and bruised, her hazel eyes closed.

Hanako stood that 10ーor soー feet away from her, feeling like the world around her was crashing down. The dark-haired girl felt her legs beginning to move, starting to walk, then turning into a jog, a run, until she was once again full-on sprinting to her lilac-haired friend.

The closer Hanako got, the more injuries she could see. There was a gash on Satsuki’s forehead, and if it wasn’t noticeable before, Satsuki lay in a pool of her blood.

Hanako raced over to her and slid her knees on the pavement, not caring if she scaped her knees, that her knees were beginning to bleed. This wasn’t about her. Hanako began carefully yet firmly shaking Satsukiーor what remained of herー speaking in an unusual desperate tone.

“Hey. Hey… HEY!” Hanako began speaking, her voice increasing in desperation and volume. “Hey, wake up, open your eyes… come on, open your eyes, Satsuki…” Hanako would continue to shake Satsuki before her hazel eyes opened halfway.

“Hanako, hey,” Satsuki whispered, her voice was faint, and her eyes looked slightly glazed over, causing Hanako’s heart to ache.

Hanako swallowed before responding “Hey, idiot, you took quite the beating.” Hanako forced a fake smile, cringing at her voice and how forced her voice sounded.

Satsuki exhaled quietly, barely shaking her head before speaking “Yeah, totally not, I'm completely uninjured,”

A fond smile graced Hanako’s face before noticing tears falling from Satsuki’s eyes. She was crying. If Hanako could remember, she hadn’t ever seen Satsuki cry, but then again, she wasn’t focused on the past.

Hanako wasn’t usually the vulnerable one out of the two teens, but to hell with it. She felt her hand move some of Satsuki’s blood-dried lilac hair out of her face, knowing exactly who her friend had encountered, who had injured her friend like this but decided against bringing him up.

Hanako closed her eyes before opening them, to see Satsuki’s dull hazel eyes. Hanako opened her mouth to speak, but Satsuki spoke up first, tears streaming down her face.

“I don’t… I dont want to dieー”

Hanako felt her heart squeeze in her chest, knowing how Satsuki had off and on been afraid of dying and hearing the desperation in her friend’s voice didn't help.

Hanako placed her hands in her lap before speaking, “I’m sorry, if there was anything I could do, I would do it, but you’ve lost so much blood.”

Silence fell between the two girls before Satsuki took in a deep breath, looking up at Hanako before speaking, “There’s something in my right pocket, can you get it?” Hanako nodded, carefully reaching into her pocket, grabbing the object in her pocket, before pulling her hand out of the pocket.

What she had found inside Satsuki’s pocket was a cigarette, and Hanako exhaled quietly before looking over Satsuki’s face, an expression saying “Really?”

Satsuki laughed faintly before speaking, her voice slowly fading the more time passed, “In December, I want you to use this.”Hanako didn’t understand why Satsuki wanted her to use cigarettes. Was she losing her memory? Did she forget that Hanako explicitly said she thought cigarettes were gross?

Satsuki smiled, almost as if she wasn’t bleeding to death right now, before speaking “I know you hate it, but only this once, please?”

Hanako exhaled, but this might as well be Satsuki’s dying wish, so she should just roll with it, and follow through. She nodded before speaking, trying to avoid her voice cracking, “Yeah, yeah. I will, I promise.”

“Good,” Satsuki replied, closing her eyes, her breathing slowing down rapidly. Hanako knew that any moment her friend was going to pass on, her heart racing with sadness. Hanako cleared her throat and spoke, her voice wavering slightly.

“I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I don’tー I don’t think your technique is stupid, I dont think any of the things I said. I’m sorry.”

Satsuki opened her hazel eyes, mouthing the words “It’s okay,” and Hanako nodded, her deep blue eyes looking over Satsuki’s face. Hanako didn’t know how much time had passed with the both of them sitting in silence, trying to savor their last moments together.

Hanako closed her eyes for a moment or so before opening them again, turning her gaze to look over to Satsuki, her chest no longer rising and falling. Hanako felt for Satsuki’s pulse on her neck, with no luck.

Hanako inhaled a few deep breaths, taking a few seconds for the situation to set in. After a few minutes, Hanako felt tears rapidly falling from her eyes. She held the cigarette Satsuki had wanted her to have in her hand, being careful not to smash it in her fist.

After a few minutes of sobbing, Hanako collected herself, wiping her eyes and putting the cigarette in her pocket.

November 1st, 2018, 05:19 am

Hanako woke up, looking at her surroundings, feeling a pounding in her head, a headache. She took in a deep breath, noticing she wasn’t lying in the cot she had passed out in…

how long ago had it been?

Hanako continued to look around, finally realizing she was in the infirmary back at school. She looked down at herself, seeing she was wearing a hospital gown. She slowly sat up,ーshe tried to anywayー trying to get a glimpse of outside the window.

All of a sudden, Hanako bit back a scream of pain, feeling a sharp pain in her leg. She moved her hand to her leg, only to feel the blankets against her hand. She looked down, noticing her leg up to her upper thigh, had been fully severed, cut off.

She pulled the covers off, to notice stitches where her leg had been amputated. Slowly, she began to gain her memories of what had happened last night, remembering how she had cut off her leg, how she had lost Satsuki…

Hanako looked over at the side table beside the bed, finding the call button, and shakily pressing the button. Moments later, Shoko stepped into the room. Shoko, noticing Hanako’s face turn from slightly tranquil to worried, spoke.

“Don’t worry Hanako, we retrieved Satsuki’s body, your uniform is being repaired and cleaned, and the cigarette is back in your dorm room.”

Hanako nodded quietly, letting herself relax ever so slightly.

A couple of hours passed, and Hanako asked if she could go outside to look around, and a little bit later, a wheelchair was placed in her room.

Hanako carefully lowered herself into the wheelchair from the bed, wheeling her way outside onto the campus trails. She wheeled past the training grounds, the pond that she and Satsuki would occasionally shove each other into.

Hanako found herself wheeling over to the cemetery, where all students and staff who died on missions were laid to rest.

Hanako looked for Satsuki’s grave, and after a few moments, she found her best friend’s grave under the lilac tree. This caused a faint smile creeping onto Hanako’s face, knowing that Satsuki’s hair had been a lilac purple.

Hanako then noticed it was raining down ash, most likely from the fires the attack from last night had caused. Hanako found this kind of comical, but it made her heart ache at the same time, the lilac tree and the ash reminding her of her best friend.

December 19th, 2018, 15:16 pm

Hanako had her hands stuffed in her pockets, wearing her winter uniform of courseーbecause what person was going to wear a skirt in the middle of winter? ー wearing an ushanka over her messy dark brown hair.

Snowflakes were falling to earth, hitting her with nostalgia, sitting by Satsuki’s grave and watching the ash fall from the sky, almost symbolizing everything somehow. Hanako walked down the path, no longer using a wheelchair.

Yes, after much convincing by Shoko, Hanako allowed herself to request a prosthetic leg. Luckily, her prosthetic leg helped improve her skills on missions and training. Hanako felt slightly more whole again after she got the prosthetic.

Hanako walked past the tree over by the training grounds. Reminiscing a memory the two friends had shared around the holidays in their first year of high school.

December 6th, 2017

The two friends decided to meet up over by the training grounds, Hanako waiting by the tree for Satsuki, standing out in the downfall of snowflakes. About what seemed like hours later (it was more like 10 minutes), Satsuki ran over to Hanako, smiling and waving.

Hanako got a closer look at Satsuki’s hat, an ushanka. Hanako raised an eyebrow at the hat before speaking. “Satsuki, no offense, but what the hell is that?” Satsuki laughed loudly, her hazel eyes reflecting the sun that was bouncing off of the powdery-looking ground.

“It’s an ushanka, translated to ‘ear flap hat!” Satsuki said, her voice bright, causing Hanako to exhale and shake her head, a small smile finding its way onto her face, speaking quietly.

“Let me guess, to keep your ears warm?”

“Yep!”

Hanako laughed quietly, before feeling something cold hit her back, turning around to see Satsuki holding a few snowballs in her arms, exhaling quietly before speaking. “You couldn’t resist, could you?”

Satsuki rolled her eyes before shaking her head, a smile on her face. “Nope,”

December 19th, 2018, 15:20 pm

Hanako smiled quietly to herself, the memory coming to an end, as the winter winds eased any worries she previously had. Now, Hanako was the one wearing Satsuki’s ushanka, noticing that it truly did keep her ears warm.

Hanako let her mind wander, memories she could remember leading up to this moment, walking around the campus in the middle of December, and then she remembered something.

The cigarette that Satsuki had given Hanako just before she died.

Hanako pulled the cigarette from her winter uniform pants pocket, inspecting it carefully, every indent, dirt stain. It truly was the only thing she had left of her friend (although her friend had told Hanako that she could go through her things, Hanako didn’t feel like she was ready to do that yet.)

As Hanako was inspecting the cigarette carefully, she noticed something she hadn’t noticed before, something written in small handwriting, causing Hanako to move the small object closer to her face, reading it carefully and slowly. It read;

“I thought you said cigarettes were disgusting?”

Hanako laughed quietly, feeling her eyes beginning to water, speaking quietly to herself, her voice sounding annoyed, but she wasn’t annoyed in the slightest. “Satsuki, you’re an idiot,”

And as cheesy as what Hanako did next was, she looked up to the sky, shaking her head, mock exasperation in her voice, “You always gotta have the last words, don’t you?” Hanako reached into her pocket to pull out a lighter, as she walked over to the cemetery, and sat beside Satsuki’s grave, and under the lilac tree, listening to the winter silence.

[EPILOGUE] December 25th, 2018

Despite it being Hanako’s first Christmas without a leg, it was also her first Christmas without Satsuki, causing her depression to increase slightly, but regardless of wanting to stay in bed all day and rot, she forced herself out of bed, deciding to not change into her uniform, wearing her new boyfriend’s sweatshirt (which looked slightly oversized on her), and plaid pajama pants.

She brushed her hair and teeth and washed her face just for the heck of it. She exhaled quietly, looking herself over in the mirror. She had bags under her eyes. Her depression wasn't crippling, but some days it got worse, and she didn’t want to get out of bed, but she always forced herself to find a reason.

Hanako eventually gained the courage to go through Satsuki’s thingsー she only went through a small portion of the things in her dormー but found a necklace that Satsuki always wore, the necklace being the shape of a scythe, that looked almost exactly like the one Satsuki always had carried around on missions, and now Hanako wore it, no matter what, she swore to never take it off.

Hanako put on a pair of socks and slipped on her black slides, before placing a hair tie on her wrist, taking a few steps over to her doorknob, closing her eyes for a few seconds before opening the door and stepping out, going out of her dorm into the common room, to meet up with her boyfriend, and the rest of their friends.

Her boyfriend is Yuuta btw🤭🤭

Sorry the urge to write crippling angst got to me😔

Not gonna lie I'm kinda anxious cus dude my English teacher is going to think I'm depressed as hell

↳ well i am (undiagnosed) depressed but not crippling depression yk

My auto correct while righting these bullet points is trying to make me sound grammatically correct and that is NOT how I type...

Anyways I hope besides the crippling depression and angst you liked this♡♡

©mik0is0bored, 2024. Do not translate or copy.

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4 and 10 for Yuthuura from the love asks? <3

hihi thank you for the ask! <3 these are very interesting.

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4. Does your OC consider themselves to be attractive? Do they put much effort into achieving this?

I have yet to see an ugly Twi'lek but she does perceive herself differently from reality. For a long time, she thought she could never be loved, that she'd always be seen as a lesser being.. A slave. And she thought that if she couldn't be loved, then she would be feared. Despite her undeniable beauty, her tattoos and scars definitely make her look intimidating. As for her own perception of her physique, she doesn't hate what she sees but doesn't love it either, she definitely doesn't stand infront of mirrors often. In terms of effort, she doesn't actively make herself "prettier" but she does dress herself well! She often prefers robes and dresses because she's kinda self-conscious about her legs (she's quite skinny). With time she does battle her insecurities and start seeing herself as the beautiful woman she is <3

10. Does your OC have a type? Have they ever been surprised by their feelings for someone who doesn't fit this?

Due to her past as a slave she built a lot of distrust for humans (men specifically), so for a while she was mainly attracted to aliens or Twi'leks. I guess she does have a thing for complicated men lol, she's complicated herself so she needs someone who's unapologetically flawed too. "Have they ever been surprised by their feelings for someone who doesn't fit this?" Yes, Mr. Nikos wins that prize LMAO. He does fit the complicated man category, however he does NOT fit into the alien one. She 100% never thought she'd be able to be loved, at all, but even less by a human. Falling in love with him was unexpected but after getting to know him better, she had no doubt he was the right person for her 🥹 (I'm like so normal about them)