#not gonna tag this but it's my boyfriend and i's OCs. pretty proud of this despite the awkward angle and the fact i havent. drawn anything

[fangedfcker]

nsft art below

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Jolene Olight transcript

(featuring both @/g0ttal0ve101, and @/johnnysgir1 OC interactions!)

(Jolene's ability name is 'savoir'. 'Savoir' can only be used once blood bottle is full and if grandpa is in the stunned state. Once activated grandpa is immediately taken out of this state and back to his original level he was at before being stunned. This ability can be blocked when sneak attacked, barged, and when put into a grapple)

Johnny seen

“Shouldn’t have brought that girl back here..”

“Yer’ lil boyfriend doesn’t seem too happy with that girl. (laughter) Have fun with that later!” (talking about Rae)

“Trackin them down just like you taught me NyNy!...Well you don't gotta be such an ass about it..(Annoyed grumble)

“I guess Nancy's angel can mess up!”

“Get yer head out of the clouds and track em’ already NyNy!”

“Don't go givin me orders when your the reason were in this mess!”

“Yer getting sloppier by the day. Get it together!”

“Can you get that little pet of yer’s to shut it already! All that whinin is gettin annoying y’know!” (talking about Dolly)

“I’m just about ready to rip yer girlfriend's pretty little vocal cords out if she don't QUIT CRYIN!” (talking about Dolly)

“Johnnyyyy can I borrow that girlfriend of yers just for a tiny while…? I promise I won't hurt her. I just wanna have someone to play with.” (talking about Dolly)

“I ain’t buggin' her! What I'm not allowed to leave gifts for Her Majesty no more?!” (talking about Dolly)

Sissy seen

“I hear yer’ one of grandpa's favorites. After me of course…(chuckles)”

“I really love your garden sissy! All those pretty flowers practically make it a bug minefield!”

“Where'd you hear those weird ass songs you keep singing from anyways?”

“Everyone messes up sometimes, don't be too hard on him. Besides that's my job. (Laughter)”

“Cause always is always- Ah-! Damnit sissy, stop gettin’ in my head!”

Nubbins seen

“(Whistle) those traps of yours sure do get the job done don't they?”

“Ain't this fun, ain't this fun! Just like playin tag when we were smaller huh!”

“You've been diggin' at that their graveyard again? (Giggle) Cool! What'd you find?!”

“I like that camera you got! It's real nice ain't it? That girl Johnny brought has some good taste!”

“Quit spitting out nonsense you ain't making any damn sense it's annoying!”

Leatherface/bubba seen

“How you doing buddy! Having fun I see?”

“You must be strong to be able to carry that thing everywhere! My arms get tired from just holding it!”

“Grandpa's gonna be real proud of us ain't he bubs!”

“(Laughter) Don't listen to them bubs! They're just upset you're way cooler than they'll ever be!”

“Keep up the good work bubs! Oh- and let out a holler if you need any help! (Laughter)”

Cook/Drayton seen

“You best quit yelling at me old geezer or I'll have to silence you myself!”

“Carefully now grandpa, wouldn't want you pulling something now would we? (Joined laughter with nubs)”

“You leave bubs alone and focus on yer own damn task like locking up this place for example!”

“Awh you're no fun..”

Nancy seen

“Hey ma! Nice day out ain't it-...(Groans) yes ma'am..”

“Did y'know about him and this girl?”

“Don't get on my ass just because yer little ‘angel’ messed up!”

“Awh, give me a break! They're slippery little bastards, it ain't my fault!”

Hands seen

“You’re real good at racing, I'll give you that!”

“For someone so big like yerself I wouldn't have expected you to use a weapon so…lightweight.”

“This is just gettin annoying! We gotta hurry up and find those damn kids!”

“Taught Johnny everything he knows but couldn't teach him to actually FINISH THE JOB!”

Leslie seen

“Hey les! How's bullet doin? Saw him give chase to that orange haired girl (laughter) she was screaming up a storm!”

“You're doing good les! Keep up the good work and I'm sure Nancy will reward us! Probably. (Laughter)”

“These guys sure do know where to hide…you find any of em’ yet?”

“Try and see if bullet can help sniff these guys out they’re startin to upset grandpa.”

"Glad to see yer havin fun Les!"

Dolly seen

“Did you like that surprise I left on yer bed this mornin? (Laughter) Thought since you didn't like human flesh you could use that rabbit for stew! (laughter)”

“Just cause Johnny likes you don’t mean I haveta.”

“Would you stop cryin already?! I can't concentrate with all that whining!”

“Nancy really don't like you around Johnny, you should be careful around her ‘kay?”

“C’mon cheer up! This could be fun if you try not to think about it so much!”

“You need any help there doll? If you can't finish the job I could always take over y’know.”

“I know we have our ups and downs but try not to let my words stick to ya so much darlin. It ain't nothin personal just how I am y’know?”

Family's responses

Johnny

“Oh quit yer whinin, think I don't already hear complainin enough from the old woman!”

“Shut the hell up and stay outta our business Jolene!”

“Oh are ya? THEN WHY THE HELL HAVEN’T YOU FOUND ANY OF THEM YET!”

“Yer lucky we have these damn kids to catch otherwise I would've been strangling you right now!”

“I’m already on it, maybe you should be more helpful and go check on Grandpa! (frustrated huff) We're gonna need his help..”

“You wanna use that tone with me again girl?!”

“With you hovering around me like an annoying gnat all damn day ain't exactly helpin neither!”

“Can't handle the taste of yer own medicine? (Laughter)”

“You're just as annoyin if not more than she is! Now go find those damn kids instead of complainin!”

“(Laughter) You must be downright insane if you think I'd ever leave her alone with you!”

“Quit buggin Dolly already! I’m tired of her cryin to me because some moron left another dead rabbit on her bed still twitchin!”

Sissy

“(chuckles) oh sweetie it's always good to dream!”

"Well thanks sugar! You know yer always welcomed wherever you feel like it!”

“If i told you i'd haveta kill you sugar! (laughter)”

“That damn brother of yer’s always causin trouble!”

“(Laughs)...”

Nubbins

“(Giggle) t-they're quite nifty h-huh?”

“O-oh i remember them times! (Laughs) you were always c-c-cheatin! S-saying timeout ev-ery time we almost g-gotcha!”

“Loads of p-pretty stuff! How’s about i sh-show you after this is all over?!”

“I-It sure is pretty! Glad i g-grabbed this be-fore johnny c-could!”

“W-W-Well whats got you s-so heated all s-sudden?!”

Drayton

“I outta knock you upside the head with this here broomstick!”

“I may be old but I can still knock some sense into that thick head of yer’s!”

“Don't go throwin orders at me you little brat!”

“Quit messin around with that idiot over there and help us out with grandpa!”

Nancy

“Oh quit tryna make small talk and go help yer brother look for them damn kids ye hear?! And don't call me ‘ma’ you aint a child no more.”

“It ain't none of yer concern Jolene.”

“Do not use that tone of voice with me, young lady!”

“Why haven't you caught a single one of those kids yet Jolene?!”

Dolly

“Y-yes…I umm I appreciate it really! (laughter)”

“Th-that’s okay! You don't havta….”

“(crying) I-I’m sorry! I-I can-can’t help it! (cries harder)”

“O-Okay! Thanks for the heads up….”

“Maybe I should pretend their screamin is one of happiness!...no that's worse.”

“Don’t worry about me Jo, I gotta learn somehow just gotta kill em like my Johnny taught me!”

“I understand Jo, yknow you hollerin at me actually helps a lot!”

(No Les, Hands, or Bubba. One because hands and bubba are both non verbal and two because i wanna see my moots own replies 😋)

Match starts

“Dammit Johnny, what’d you do now?”

“Ma’s not gonna like this…”

“Knew I should've finished that girl off myself…Dammit NyNy..”

Idle/Walking around

“Focus Jolene! Yer better than this!”

“I always haveta help clean up Johnny's mess..(Annoyed grunt)”

“Where the hell is she? Gotta find her before somebody else does…please be okay.”

“Well get em’ aint no doubt bout’ that..”

“Didn’t know we had new playmates! (Laughter)”

“Better pray i ain't the one to find ya’ll (Laughter)”

“Where ya hidin little piggy…I just wanna play!”

Feeding Grandpa

“Things are really startin to get outta hand!”

“Eat, eat ,eat ,eat! (laughter)”

“You wouldn't mind givin us a hand would you gramps?”

“After this is all over I'd really like to show you some of these pretty dragonflies I captured!”

“You havin as much fun watchin these little piggies run aroun’ as we are?”

Victim found hiding

“Awh c’mon, you were just askin to be found! (laughter)”

“You should really pay better attention to yer surroundings. I practically saw you jump in here..”

“Awh whaddya hidin for? The fun’s not over yet! (Laughter)”

“Tag is so borinnn… let's play a new game! How about operation? (Manic laughter)”

“Get yer ass outta there!”

Victim hit

“I’m on yer tail now!”

“Tag you're it!”

“Whats with all the runnin for sugar? Yer’ only making it much more harder on yerself!”

“Things are gettin fun aroun’ here!”

“X marks the spot! (laugher)”

“Better to just give up now!”

Blood trail seen

“Can't hide from me little piggie.. (Giggle)”

“Gave you a headstart and yer still gonna leave a trail for me?”

“Awh someones gettin sloppyyyy. (Laughter)”

“Don't you die on me just yet! We aint done with this little game of ours!"

Victim seen

“Found ya! (Laughter)”

“What are you hidin for? I aint gonna hurt ya!..Much.”

“All this runnin is useless y’know! You’ll only tire yerself out and make it easier for me to getcha!”

“Well who do we have here? (Laughter)”

“Oh, don't runaway sugar! The funs just begun!”

Victim seen escaping

“No no no no NO! (Frustrated growl) Dammit! Ma’s not gonna be happy..”

“Shit. Don’t got time to chase em’ right now…”

“You won't make it far, little piggie…those wounds will slow you down for sure..”

“Lucky bastards…”

Exit interaction

“All fixed up! I know I know I'm amazin. (Talking to herself)”

“That should do it. Nice and secure!”

“What idiot left this off! (annoyed sigh)”

“There, Just like Johnny showed me.”

Encounter start

“Ohhh, looks like someone still has some fight left in em’!”

“Don't underestimate me just cause I’m smaller!”

“Now yer gettin' into the game! (Laughter)”

“Oh, I'm gonna enjoy killin' you!”

“Someones finally bein’ brave huh? (Laughter)”

Lose enemy sub

“C’mon don't go so soon!”

“Now where do you think yer going?”

“Hey, we're not done yet! (Laughter)”

Lose enemy long

“(Annoyed growl) You can't keep runnin forever! I’ll find ya and when I do I'll make sure it hurts!”

“I ain't got time for this runnin aroun! Just give up already and maybe I'll make it quick!”

“You think just because I lost ya yer safe! Oh when I get my hands on you! Yer not leavin this place unless its in a body bag!”

“Go on then! Keep hidin! I don't care! I’ll find every single one of you and leave yer bodies in the cold room for the rats to feast on!”

Victim seen trapped

“Need some help there darlin? (Laughter)”

“Should've watched yer footin there sugar!”

“That things gotcha good huh? (Laughter)”

Use ability blocked

“Now ain't the time.”

“Grandpas fine ain't no reason for me to interfere..”

“Gotta grab more blood, this aint enough for him.”

“Better leave gramps alone for now..”

Use ability

“Get back up gramps we still need yer help!”

“Yer fine just a few scratches now help us!”

“Nobody said you were done yet!”

“The family still needs you gramps! Don't let us down just because of one small lil scratch!”

Use ability successful

“Feelin better? Good, now help us!”

“You vermin have no idea what you've just done!”

“I won't let 'em hurt you again, gramps..”

"I'm sorry grampa I'm real sorry, I shoulda been payin' more attention to ya.."

Use ability denied

“Get off of me you damn parasite!”

“Shit, gramps, I'm sorry.”

“Oh now I'm pissed!”

“Now yer gonna get it!”

Execution

“Look at all that pretty blood!”

“All that runnin and for what? (Laughter)”

“Johnny's gonna be real proud of me!”

“Just go down nice and easy! (Laughter)”

“A shame our little game had to end so early…a real shame..”

Maria seen

“Oh thats it! Im takin care of this myself!”

“That damn liar…No matter, she ain't leavin alive this time..”

“What's the matter? Don't you wanna thank the person who kept you alive this whole time? (Laughter)”

“Get near gramps again and I'll hang yer head on the wall!”

“You stay away from my brother, you hear me! I'll kill you myself!”

“Yer head would be a real nice present for Rae…Hey come back! I was just jokin! I'm not that crazy…! For the most part…(Laughter)”

“You bein here is startin to upset Dolly! Nobody makes her cry unless it's me or Johnny!”

///HOLY CRAP YALL I FINISHED IT😦

[thebigbrightsun]

MIYA POSTING

IT WOULDN’T LET ME TYPE ENOUGH TO REALLY SAY ANYTHING I WANTED TO IN THE FUCKIN. COMMENTS?? so i am just gonna make a post and tag mr. @yymiya​ who asked. So. INFO ON MY OCS!! specifically Miya because she is my baby and i’ve been drawing her for a year now

so these two are Miya (left) and river (right). Their pronouns are she/purr and they/he respectively. i made Miya last year in english because i was bored and remembered a conversation i had with a friend (who wears hijab)(i do not) which was basically just how would a catgirl wear a hijab? they would obviously just wrap their ears because it seems like kind of a hassle to cut out ear holes in every scarf you own and most hijabis cover their ears anyway, but if they had a tail would they wrap it? if catgirls were common enough would there be specially made clothes for them so they could cover their tail in a sleeve or something? we decided that its up to the person (like most things) but it’s probably not that common.. Anyway Miya doesn’t even have a tail in the main universe HAHA but it was an important question to answer i felt

i made River much later, in about april of this year? i thought Miya needed a skater boy friend (not boyfriend, as she is a lesbian🫶) so i made them also during class. to be honest i don’t have much of a story for either of them but they were really fun to draw messing around on my papers, i’m sure my teachers were sick of them lmao

if i were to make them into a comic of some sorts, i’d probably make their stories short and funny, while exploring themes of youth and growing up and finding your place in society as a minority/someone seen as ‘weird’. as an autistic queer poc, i didn’t really get much representation growing up, and i think seeing someone who acts and looks like me, who leads a life similarly to me, could have saved me from a lot of self-hatred when I was younger and didn’t know why I was different. a huge reason i still make art to this day is to help people who feel and look like me feel a bit better in their identities, because i know the representation i have seen, even if its few and far between, has touched me in ways i can’t even begin to explain. it means so much more than you’d think. 

Anyway. the fantasy au kinda just came about one day when i was in a mood and felt like making fantasy character designs and stuff. i don’t have much of a storyline for this one either but i have a very vague idea on what it’s gonna be about, and i’m gonna develop the story as it is gonna be a big part of my Inquiry Question for Ap art this year👍👍👍

SO. these are their original fantasy au designs. i was actually pretty happy with miya’s first design, but for overall silhouette and posing issues i had to change her skirt, but i thought it looked stupid so i thought i should just rework her clothes altogether. 

i’m gonna keep showing people this sheet because i am ridiculously proud of it. anyway. Even when i first started drawing Miya, way before i even thought of the fantasy Au, I had some specific design choices mind. I always wanted her to have catlike eyes, so i tried to imitate the shape of them while keeping them pretty human looking. the silhouette of her hijab is kinda exaggerated and not very realistic just so i could properly communicate the fact that she is supposed to be a cat. 

in her original design, she’s supposed to be much closer to a human, with the only distinguishable traits to set her apart being her ears, her eyes, and maybe her hands. i wanted to put most of the “cat-coding” in things like the hoodie she wears, which has a tail, or the fact she paints paws onto her converse, or gives her self a dan-and-phil-style nose and whiskers (AHAHAKAHDHFKBS NOT A WORD). i also wanted her to be younger, about 15-16 in the modern universe, but that’s a difference I only made relatively recently, which you can see in the two pictures above.

with the fantasy AU, i wanted her to be honestly closer to an anthro than human. I didn’t want her to BE a furry, necessarily (no hate to furries, i am the number one furry enthusiast), but i wanted her to have much more animal-like traits. She’s very inspired by Tabaxies but i didn’t want the fantasy au to be in the 5e universe because i have several problems with racist stereotypes in DND.. anyway, miya is almost completely covered in a light layer of fur, has paw pads on her feet, almost has a muzzle, has a cat shaped nose, ears, a tail, and retractable claws. the only things keeping her from being a furry, at least in my mind, is that she has human hair and isn’t digigrade, and has much more human-like proportions, like the ratio of ear to head, head to body, torso to leg and so on. 

i’ve put a lot of work and love into her design! while i can’t say everything has a concrete reason, almost every detail on her is intentional, one way or another. like, how she doesn’t have paw pads on her hands but does on her feet because she’s bipedal, and cats have paw pads to muffle the sound of their footsteps when stalking, for prey or otherwise. she also doesn’t need shoes because of her paw pads, but if it gets a little cold she might wrap something around her feet. shoes are very uncomfortable for her. (can you tell i’ve been dying to tell someone about that in particular i think its so clever) 

other little details are, i made her headpiece mostly to bring more gold up by her face. it helps balance out the colors i think. the green in her eyes is inspired by my cat! and i don’t think cats can have brown eyes, but it was mostly bc i didn’t want to just give her green eyes (bc brown ppl with light eyes kinda freak me out cough cougb my sister cougb cough). the circles with smaller dots around them on her sampin songket are suppose to vaugely look like paws. i was gonna actually make them paws but that felt a bit on the nose. 

i think thats all i have to say for now… i will talk more abt river when i finish their character page. there’s nothing really wrong with their current design, other than the fact that it’s kinda really boring, so i’m working on adding more character and interest! here’s the sketches i did in my sketchbook, i’m currently working on tracing n coloring them digitally 

here they are!! also i said earlier that in the modern au miya is supposed to be younger but i never said how old she’s supposed to be in the fantasy au and i cant find a smooth transition to talk about that so i will say that here. She’s supposed to be like 18-19 in the fantasy au, i just think it would make more sense for what they’re supposed to be doing throughout the story (exploration, fighting, potential mortal danger, i think its a bit much for high schoolers is all). river is slightly younger but still around the same age as miya, so same thing for him too. they look really young in the sketches above bc my art style was doing something funky that day lmao

that is all!! finally!! for now at least. (if u saw me post this way earlier than i meant to No You Didn’t.) 

[shadow--writer]

That's Not How You Spell Circle

In which Maeve attempts to teach her dumbass (ᵈᵘᵐᵇᵃˢˢ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ) boyfriend how to spell circle.

@dela-png encourages my brain rot part TWO. We had this long convo on how Lucas can’t spell circle and how Maeve would try and help (and it uhh...goes somewhere)

Hi it’s fic recs with Shade. If you want to read another fic with one of Dela’s amazing oc’s and a super fun apprentice check out @arcanecadenza ‘s (if you don’t want me pinging you please let me know! ^^) fic with Donovan here (it’s super cute and well written but be warned her blog gets pretty spicy and she does have another fic with Donny out now too ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˢᵐᵘᵗᵗʸ *ᶜᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶜᵒᵘᵍʰ*)

Maeve x Lucas, fluff (actual fluff this time guys my first fluffy fic in this fandom are you proud?), humour, 3.8k words (I CANNOT shut the fuck up OMFG)

TW: none! Tags: fluff, humour, lawd I hope I got Lucas right™️, a little spicy at times but nothing smutty, suggestive, spicy suggestive end, language there is quite a bit of uhh harsh language lol

~~~~

It took her nearly a month to convince Lucas to let her help him learn to write and spell. To say he was stubborn about it would be the understatement of the millennia. Every time she brought it up she would be shut down faster then she could get the words out. 

So she resorted to pestering him. 

A lot.

Everywhere. Anytime. Anyplace. 

In the mornings when they were trying to grasp the last remnants of sleep especially. Usually she could squeak a yes out of him for anything during that time. This time it was always a hard and fast no followed by sweet lingering kisses. While she would not turn her nose up at well placed kisses (good gods Lucas was good with that mouth of his when he wasn’t running it off) she was determined to convince him to let her at least help with spelling.

Once he saw how absolutely serious she was about this whole ordeal he finally broke down and allowed her to help. Granted, she was sure Amani being Amani also had him cracking. Amani was a darling and Maeve was glad they were friends but uhh…

Not much filter on her especially when it came to Lucas. Oooh boy. She would never forget the ‘congrats’ cake Amani baked. It was delicious, sure, but Maeve was sure you could see her and Lucas’s blushing faces from another country. 

The point being she finally broke him down and so there they sat in the kitchen, a little bit of fading sunlight leaking through the cracked curtains.

She tried to hide how happy this made her, starting off their lesson. “Okay so I’m going to need to see an example of something you have so I know where we can start,” she started off, sitting across from him.

He blushed a little, fidgeting. She let out a little sigh, fingers tapping on the table lightly. “Mo shíorghrá I can’t do much based on nothing. Do you know the alphabet?”

His face turned redder. “Y-Yes of course I know the alphabet!” he sputtered. 

She chuckled, resting her cheek on her fist. “Don’t get testy with me, you haven’t given me much to work off of. Now do you have anything you’ve written?”

“I...uhh have a practice sheet of a menu,” he muttered, not quite meeting her eyes. She could tell where this was going.

“...can you give it to me?”

She could see the paper in his hands, did he have that the entire time? It didn't matter since he had it.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” he asked, eyes flicking up to meet hers. 

“Amani has ruined you,” she said with a low sigh, looking at him. “I won’t laugh.” He didn’t seem convinced. She stood, leaning over the table holding out her pinky. “Pinky swear.”

He hooked his pinky through hers, bringing their hands up to his lips. She had to lean a little farther, one of her legs lifting off the ground as he kissed her hand, amused. 

“Oh don’t give me that, giant.” There was a low scoff in her voice, he bit her hand gently at the nickname. She knew he hated it. It’s why she used it. “Now hand over the menu idea, the light is wasting away!”

She grabbed the paper he set on the table, falling back into her chair as their pinkies unwrapped from one another. Sometimes she’d forget how big he was in comparison to her. It was always a little shock when they held hands and his enveloped hers. 

He always did comment on how cold her hands were. Her response back was usually about how she was the cold one to balance his human heater tendencies (and she didn’t mind him warming her up.)

Relaxing into her chair she looked over the paper.

She had to fight to keep her jaw firmly locked in place. 

Good stars above his handwriting. It wasn’t the worst thing she had ever seen in the world, at least it was legible but…

“This is basically chicken-scratch,” she said, voice flat. 

The blush fled to the tips of his ears. “I-I know that!”

She inspected the little notes around the paper. His mouth hung open when he saw what she was doing. 

One note had her smiling a little to herself. ‘Can I try imitating Maeve’s handwriting? That’s appealing and nice to look at. It’s very pretty.’

“You like my handwriting?” she asked, looking up at him. Looking at the menu ideas closer she could see remnants of her loopy ‘y’s and how she dotted her ‘i’s in the paper. She felt almost honoured in a way. 

Of course it needed a bit of work, but it was still sweet.

He coughed, looking away from her. If his face could get any redder it did. “D-Don’t read too much into it.”

She grinned. “Ah I see. You think it’s super pretty but don’t want to say.” His ears grew redder. She took it as a yes. “Okay okay I’ll stop teasing. For now we can focus on some words you’re struggling with spelling and your penmanship.” 

She inspected the paper closer. She could tell Amani helped, there weren’t many spelling mistakes. It made her job easier. 

Though one stood out to her. 

How he spelled ‘circle’. 

Sikerl. 

“...you spelled ‘circle’ wrong.”

“I did?!”

“It’s umm...not the worst spelling I have ever seen, but we uhh...are gonna have to work on that one.”

He sulked, crossing his arms. She giggled, scooting a sheet of paper in front of him. He took it along with a pen, their fingers brushing. She pulled her hand away before he could lace their hands together and try to get out of it.

She knew his tactics. Not today mister. 

“So first off I’m going to show you how to spell it and hopefully you can remember. If not, that’s okay we have all night.” She got to her feet to stretch her arms. It was going to be a while.

He seemed to wilt. “All night?”

“Well unless you have other plans?”

He looked at her, quirking an eyebrow with a little smirk. She narrowed her eyes, setting her hands on her hips.

“Nah ah. Don’t even think about it. You need to spell circle right first. Then we’ll talk.”

He fell back into his chair with a pout. 

~~

To say this was going to be a long process would be another understatement. 

She stared at the paper in front of her, leaning over his shoulder to give it a once over. “I have never seen ‘circle’ spelled wrong so many times on the same sheet of paper,” she said, dumbfounded. “This has got to be some kind of record.”

She rubbed her eyes, looking over at him. It was getting pretty late.

Lucas, of course, was sulking again. She knew his moods, and sometimes sulking could mean anger. 

This was not anger but frustration. Both at circles and her. Probably because she hasn’t let him leave the table other than for bathroom breaks and a little stretch break. 

“Can we just end the lesson here and go to bed?” he asked, eyes pleading with her. 

She shot him a low glare with no heat. “I know exactly what you’re going to do if I agree and it isn’t sleep.” His face fell, she knew it. “And we aren’t leaving this table until you spell it right at least once. Try again.”

He grumbled to himself as she stood back up. It felt strange having to hunch over to be at eye level with him. Usually it was the other way around. 

She still remained over his shoulder, leaning into him a little. She rested her cheek against his back just below his neck, arms wrapping around him. He let out a little grunt at her touch, she smiled a little at the noise. “Oh? Am I being a nuisance?” she asked, voice a little muffled as she shifted her face to bury her nose in his back. 

He said nothing in return, but the way he tensed around her was indication enough. If he was going to be grumpy with her she was going to torture him. 

When he put his pencil down she looked up, and back at the paper. Her arms remained around his chest, fingers tapping lightly. Driving him up a wall might not be the smartest thing she could do in that very moment but damn was it fun.

“Hm…” she hummed, letting him go to get a better look at the paper. Just by looking at the first few spellings she knew he didn’t get it again.

He noticed her disappointed humming and started moving closer to her, pressing light kisses down the side of her neck. 

She almost leaned into the touch. Almost. 

As much as she craved the release and his touch she had a job to do. And the number one priority was getting the damn word spelled right. 

She shifted away from him, a low whine coming from his throat. “After you spell this right then you can maybe have a treat,” she said with a wink.

He glowered at her, shifting closer. “But you’ve done so much already! Worked yourself to death today, don’t you deserve a break?”

Oh no he was going to compliment her into giving in. Little conniving bastard. 

He kissed her neck again, trailing up her skin to her cheek. He kissed the sweet spot behind her ear, tucking her hair behind it as well. She almost melted into him, hands curling into fists. 

She turned her head, capturing his lips before he could do any more damage to her resolve. He took it as a victory, surging up to meet her, rising up out of his chair. 

She pulled away a moment before, placing her hands on his chest and gently pushing him back down. A little smirk flirted across her lips. “Now that you’ve gotten an idea of what’s planned for you if you get this word spelled right, get back to work.”

He whined, looking back at the paper of mistakes. She giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “You have some time, and if you don’t get it today there’s always tomorrow.”

He groaned but got back to work. 

She waited a bit, walking away to go do something else while she waited. She was in the middle of putting dishes away when he called her back over to check his spelling. 

She wouldn’t be embarrassed to admit there was a little extra sway in her step as she walked back over to him. 

His arms immediately went around her waist, burying his face in her chest. She sighed, petting his hair. 

This was going to take a while.

“Once I look these over we can go to bed.” He unburied his face to give her a look of pure joy. “To sleep.” The look fell and it was back to lip jutting out childish pouting. Sometimes she wondered who was the influence. The kids on the dock or him. 

She chuckled, looking at the paper. 

“Still no, but we can work on it tomorrow,” she said, scratching his scalp a little. She felt a little bad. She pushed him a little too far. She just wanted to help him but she was starting to get frustrated as well. 

Without another word he bundled her into his arms, scooping her off the ground and carried her into their room. She laughed all the while. 

It was like he needed to get as far away from the paper as possible, and she didn’t blame him. Spelling was hard, but she was still in disbelief he was struggling this badly with how to spell circle. She had shown him four times.

That night she didn’t let them go farther than a few kisses (much to his dismay, she was going through with the punishment. Until he spelled ‘circle’ right he was getting squat.)

~~

Day two did not go any better than day one.

She sat across the table from him this time. After he muttered about how distracting she was with how she smelled good enough to eat she decided to eliminate that..distraction. 

And sat as far away from him as she could.

Well that still flopped because he kept sending her puppy dog eyes from across the table. Not doing anything. 

She sighed. “Get four spellings down and I’ll come back over.”

The way he got back to work so quickly reminded her of a dog. She giggled to herself. If she focused hard enough she could almost see the tail wagging behind him. 

His eyes flicked up to meet hers. “What?”

She waved him off, smiling to herself. “Oh nothing.”

He squinted at her for a moment before looking back at his paper. When he was done he crooked a finger at her. 

She didn’t move from her spot, glaring at him. Oh he was not going to do that to her. “Unless you spelled ‘circle’ right you have no right calling me over like a dog,” she sniffed, getting to her feet. 

He set a hand on her knee as she bent over to look at the paper, whispering in her ear. His breath warmed her skin. “Well, for all your whining you sure came to me like one.” She looked at him, offended. 

He smirked. Her brows creased with her annoyance. “Well you look like one,” she replied.

His eyebrows shot straight up into his hairline. She turned to go over his paper again. He leaned in closer to her again, kissing the shell of her ear. She had to suppress a shiver. 

Bastard.

“And you sound like one.”

She was going to strangle him but first...maybe she’d play his game. Ignoring the paper (with no right spellings, once again. She’d have to show him. Again.) she tilted his head up with one finger. Kissing the side of his face up to his ear she let him sigh. 

Trying not to smirk she nibbled on his earlobe. His hand tightened on her leg. She released his earlobe, whispering something with a little extra growl in her voice. “Woof.” 

She moved away from him, smiling to herself. He sat there for a moment, with the most dumbstruck expression on his face. Ha, victory. 

The moment she looked at his paper though, his arms were around her again and he was tugging her into his lap. She let out a little yelp, arms going around his neck to keep from tipping over off the chair. “That’s not fair,” he muttered to her neck. 

She snorted, trying to move to see his paper again. He didn’t budge, so she was as good as stuck for a while. “I don’t play fair, you know this.”

“Yeah but won’t you take mercy on your poor, tired, love-of-your-life?” he asked, the puppy dog eyes making a return. When he leaned in to kiss her again she placed her hands over his mouth. 

“And you call me a dog,” she scoffed, wiggling a little in his grasp. His thigh jerked under her. “Now lemme go you big lug. You’ve still got to spell ‘circle’ right.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes!” she wheezed, pushing his face as she tried to break free of his grip. He wasn’t going to let her go that easily. She let out a ‘hmph’ and twisted around. “Fine. If you won’t let me go I’ll just check from here.”

He didn’t argue with her from there, a small victory on her part. Maybe it was better if Amani taught him. At least then he wouldn’t have any distractions. 

Granted he might be dead by the time she was done. Hmmm...there were pros and cons to having Amani help. Her eyes flicked over each of the spellings. None were right. But one was close at least.

Sirkel 

Serkol 

Sickle 

Circel

“Hmm wow the last one is close!” she said with a smile, looking at him over her shoulder. His eyes lit up. “You just got to switch two of the letters. And let me go.” She wiggled again, pushing at his arms. 

“So I just switch two letters and I’m free to go?”

“Mmhmm! If they’re the right ones of course.”

He looked determined and finally released her. She scrambled away before he could draw her back into him. As much as she appreciated sitting on his lap now was not the time. 

“Two letters! Got it!” he said, scrawling out the word on the paper. 

He pushed it over to her, pride seeping into his face. She smiled, humming a little looking at the paper again.

“...uhh…”

Cricel 

“It’s worse.”

“What do you mean it’s worse?! I did what you told me to!”

“Yeah but you swapped the wrong letters!”

“You told me to swap two of the letters!”

“Yeah not the wrong ones! I told you not to swap the wrong ones!”

He grumbled. “This is stupid. Circles are stupid. Writing is stupid.”

“Next up we work on your vocabulary.”

He shot her a low glare. It held no heat but it made her giggle. 

“Shaddup,” he muttered. She kissed his cheek, still giggling to herself. 

“Here I’ll show you how to spell it again and then you can go.” She leaned over again, not paying attention to where she was leaning and what was in his direct line of sight. 

She kept her pen work neat (sometimes when moving fast her handwriting looked nothing more than scribbles), keeping all the loops she now knew he liked. When she looked over at him again she realized her mistake. 

Quickly (quicker than she thought he could move) he scooped her up again, kissing her face. She let out a squeal, trying to get out of his grip again.

“L-L-L-L-LUCAS!” she gasped through her laughter, trying to escape again. 

“Mmmfph no I’m done,” he said, voice muffled. “No more circles. They’re evil.”

She snorted, putting her palms on his cheeks to push him away. His lips puckered as she pressed his face together. She leaned in closer. “I spelled it on the paper. I showed you how to spell it. I can try and help you remember it so I’m gonna need you to try again.”

His brows creased. She sighed. “Please.”

“Fwmine.” He couldn’t really talk with her hands on his face. 

“And let me go.”

“Nwo.”

She rolled her eyes, releasing his face and resigned to her fate. He wrote out ‘circle’ so fast she could barely comprehend what was happening before he lifted her up off the chair. “There. Now I’m done.”

“But I need to-”

“Done. I am done.”

He kissed her neck, lifting her up with his hands on her upper thighs. She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she got used to being carried. “You do know we have to do this all over again tomorrow to make sure you remember how to spell it, right?”

He howled in pain. 

~~

Day three at the very least, went better than day two and day one. 

Mostly because she gave him the proper motivation after cock-blocking him again the night before. 

She rubbed her temples. “So now, what did we learn yesterday?” she asked, sitting on the table next to him. 

“Um the tub is too small for the both of us?”

She cracked an eye open. He wasn’t wrong. Most of the water ended up on the floor. It was a mess to clean up. “Yes that and you should learn to keep your hands to yourself. You haven’t earned anything just yet mister struggling to spell circle on day three. But that’s not what I meant.”

His lip jutted out again as he pouted. “Yeah yeah. Circle is not spelled how I’ve been spelling it. I get it.”

“Mmmhmm.” She hummed, stretching her arms above her head. “But that’s okay circle is spelled really stupidly, but!” she started, dropping her hands to braid her hair over her shoulder as she spoke. “I’m going to give you proper motivation so we can finally move on to something different.”

Curiosity sparked in his eyes. She smiled, humming a little as she swung her legs. “I’m going to give you a few tries to spell it. Five tries to be exact. Spell it wrong every time and you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“What?! That’s not fair!”

She tsked. “Motivation M’fhíorghrá, motivation.”

“...and if I spell it right?”

She looked up. “Hmm...haven’t thought that far.”

“...such confidence in me, I’m honoured.”

She snorted. “I haven’t thought of something you’d want.”

His eyes flicked over her form. She felt her cheeks warm.“I can think of something.”

She stuck her tongue out. “Oh hush you. Get to work now.”

He grumbled, but looked back down at the paper. The first few times he got it wrong. When he was on his fourth try she started to get exasperated. 

He kept looking at her hair. “You know that’s an invitation to ruin, right?” he asked. She touched the braid snaking around her shoulder, letting out a raspberry like sigh. 

“Yes I do. And if you don’t fucking spell ‘circle’ right you’re gonna suffer knowing you couldn’t ruin it while sleeping on the floor.” She mostly muttered it to herself, it slipping out with her frustration. 

He spelled it wrong again. 

She let out a low sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Three days. Maybe she wasn’t as good as a teacher as she thought? Or maybe it was just them goofing around. 

Even so she was tired and she knew he was as well. “Lucas I swear to the goddess above I will let you fuck me on this table if you can spell it right once. I know we both hate this, because circles are dumb. But we really should be doing other things.”

He froze in place, slowly turning his head to look at her. His voice was low and husky. “Is that a promise?”

She rolled her eyes, leaning back a little keeping her balance by hooking her hands under the table. She kicked her legs a little, looking up at the ceiling. “I swear I will, just spell it right!”

He moved fast, pausing to think for a moment. When he finished, she checked over the page with a flourish. He groaned as she took her sweet time, fearing for the worst.

She was going to draw it out for a while but… “You spelled it right!” she said with a cheer, forgetting her filter. Dang it. 

There were many emotions flying across his face at once. 

From relief, to joy, to something else. 

She swallowed a little as his eyes darkened a little and he smiled. “I do remember a promise,” he said, getting to his feet. Even when she was standing he towered over her. 

But since she was sitting on their kitchen table, he was like a colossus. He nudged her legs apart, standing between them. He leaned in closer and she leaned back away from him, falling onto the table. He placed his hands on either side of her face. 

“You promised,” he reminded her once again, a little song seeping into his voice. 

She swallowed again, knowing her freckles were glowing brighter at those two words. Heat sparked in her stomach, a blush dusting her cheeks. He knew what those meant and his smile grew absolutely wolfish.

After a moment she smiled as well, running her hands through his hair. It was soft and messy. She tugged on a knot, making him sink into her touch. She lifted her hips to brush his. 

“I do go through with my promises.”

[notalwaysthevillian]

My Whirlpool of a Life

Ships: Kaminari/OC

Word Count: ~2.7k

I will not be doing a tag list for this fic.

Masterlist

Chapter 8: Time for a Rescue

The four of us were able to hit our targets with ease, since most of them were still groggy from being flesh balls.

“That was so gross.” I said as we headed to the ante room. “I know we might work with these people eventually, but if I can avoid him I’ll be that much happier.”

“You weren’t the one who was manhandled.” Kirishima shivered. “I never want to go through that again.”

“Shut up! Let’s just get back.”

Walking faster, I matched Bakugo’s pace. We walked in silence for a second before he broke.

“What?”

I didn’t look at him. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Knew what?”

“That it was too dry.” I saw him tense up out of the corner of my eye. “You wanted me to come with you because you knew I’d have trouble. If I stayed with the others I would’ve been taken out.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He grumbled, but it was half-hearted.

Nodding, I slowed to walk with Kami again, but not before whispering a quick “thanks”. There was a quiet grunt as a response, which I figured was the best I was going to get out of Bakugo.

“What was that about?” Kami asked as he claimed my hand.

“Nothing.”

He gave me a look. “You talked to Bakugo without him yelling or exploding something. How did you survive?”

“SHUT UP!”

The speaker crackled to life again. “Our total is at 82.”

Kami squeezed my hand. “Do you think our classmates have passed already?”

“I hope so. Todoroki probably did already, I saw his ice wall earlier.”

I could see explosions and dust flying around at the far end of the arena.

“Wow, everyone is going crazy.”

“Hey, look!” Kaminari pointed. I saw Midoriya, Uraraka, and Sero walking up to the ante room too. “Aw, yeah! Class A represent!”

Uraraka grinned. “You know it! Our class is amazing! We did it!”

“Class 1-A!” Kirishima started chanting, and most of the rest of us joined in.

“I’m glad you passed!” I threw my arms around Uraraka. “What happened to everyone else? I thought you were staying together?”

“Remember that boy that was super nice when we first got here? He has a quirk that lets him break up the ground! We all got separated!”

“I’m lucky I stuck with these guys then.” I gestured to Kirishima and Kaminari on either side of me. “The air is too dry in here, and we weren’t close enough to the water area for me to borrow any. I was pretty much useless.”

“Hey, that’s not true!” Kiri protested. “You helped Kaminari get us out of there.”

“Bug did most of the work.”

Kaminari kissed my cheek. “That time, but I’m sure you’re gonna be the one taking the lead in the future. We’ll just stick closer to the water next time.”

We headed into the ante room, spotting Todoroki, Shoji, Tsu, Jirou, and Yaoyorozu hovering around. Yaoyorozu looked relieved as we all walked in, munching on some dumplings.

“Oh hey! What a relief. I was starting to get worried.”

“No need to worry about us, Yao-Momo!” Kaminari led me over to them. “What’s up? When did you guys pass?”

“Yeah, have you guys been here for long?”

Shoji shook his head. “We just finished as well. Todoroki beat us here.”

“Honestly I was kind of shocked Bakugo wasn’t here already.” Jirou said as she joined us. “But I get it now. It’s because Kaminari was with him.”

“Come on! Why am I getting dragged today?!”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “If anyone was the weak link on that team it was me today. I probably should’ve gone for the water zone.”

“You would’ve been taken out before you got there.” Bakugo huffed, rolling his shoulders back. “Doesn’t matter anyway, we passed.”

“You don’t think that was it, do you?” Yaoyorozu finished off another dumpling. “It seems awfully easy to just outlast people. There’s more to being a hero than that.”

“Whatever. I’m gonna be the hero that saves people. My sidekicks can deal with cleaning up.”

Bakugo walked off toward the food, Kirishima on his heels.

“He actually seems less grouchy today.” I said, earning looks from everyone else. “He won’t admit it but if he hadn’t told me to stay with him, I would’ve probably been tagged out. He pretty much saved me today.”

Kaminari slung his arm around my shoulders. “When did he tell you that?”

“Before, when Shindo was being overly nice.”

“Overly nice?”

“Did you think he was that nice?” Everyone nodded at me. “Bakugo was right, the look in his eye didn’t match what he was saying. His vibes were all off.”

“You can’t always judge someone on vibes alone.” Shoji manifested another arm, grabbing some food from the table.

“I know, but we weren’t wrong.”

“Hey,” Uraraka walked up with a key. “Tsu told me they want us to put the targets back on the shelf. You need help taking them off?”

“I’ve got it.” Kaminari took the key and unlocked the one on my back, his fingers brushing against my hip.

“Hey! Watch your hands.”

I could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m just undoing your targe - OW!”

Jirou’s earphone jack recoiled back to her ear and she winked.

Once my targets were off, Kaminari handed me the key. “Now you do me.”

“Phrasing, Bug.” I giggled, quickly taking his targets off.

He pecked me on the forehead. “I know what I said.”

“Gross.”

Laughing at Jirou’s reaction, I grabbed our targets and headed over to put them away, leaving Kami to be told off by her.

“Your boyfriend is cute.” A girl in a Shiketsu uniform was leaning against the wall. She gave me a smile, but it felt more crazy than sweet. “Not as cute as the green-haired boy over there though.”

“Thanks?” I placed the targets on the shelf, before putting the key back on its hook. “What’s your na - oh.”

As I turned back around, she was gone.

“Weird.”

The boy from before, Yoarashi, waved and walked over. “I heard that Class A had someone join after the sports festival. I didn’t see you there, so I have to assume…”

“Yep! That’s me.” I pointed to myself with both thumbs, before laughing. “Guess my boyfriend’s dorkiness is rubbing off on me.”

“When you spend a lot of time with people, you adopt their mannerisms!” He laughed a hearty laugh. “I was curious as to what your quirk is.”

“You have to tell me yours first.”

“That is only fair!” When he spoke, it was loud. “My quirk is Whirlwind. It allows me to control air currents.”

The air around us picked up speed, blowing my hair back.

“Cool!” I activated my quirk, drawing the water out of my belt. “Mine is…I guess Whirlpool? I can control water! If it’s not too dry out I can pull the water from the air, or if there’s water nearby I can use it.”

“A powerful quirk! Your parents must be proud!”

I knew he hadn’t meant anything by it, but I could feel the water whip around my legs as the memories started to come back again. “I’m sure they would be if they were still around.”

He bowed, his head touching the ground again. “My apologies!”

Everyone started looking at us. I threw my hands up, waving them. “It’s okay, really.”

An alarm went off, rescuing me from this conversation. I knew he meant well, but I really didn’t want to continue.

“The last students pass! Every slot is now filled! One hundred students will advance! The end is finally here! Wah-hoo!”

“That’s the most excited I’ve heard that guy all day.” Kami said as he came over and pulled me back towards our classmates.

“Our whole class passed! I’m so excited!” Uraraka cheered, jumping up and down.

I cheered with her. “We did it!!”

It took about 15 minutes for everyone to regather. I felt a little bad for the people who had to withdraw, but that was the nature of the test I guess.

“For the hundred of you who passed the first test, please turn your attention toward the screen.”

I looked up, seeing live footage of the test arena. It was quiet for a moment before explosions rocked the arena, causing multiple collapses in different areas.

“There’s only one more round to the exam. Your goal is simple: undertake rescue exercises and save the bystanders who are trapped in these disaster sites.”

“Rescue exercises?” I bounced on my toes, feeling the smile spread across my face. “This is what I was trained for!”

“Use this time to show us how you will carry out successful rescue procedures once you receive your provisional licenses.Treat this as though it was the real thing.”

The screen shifted, showing the people we had to rescue. There were some elderly, and some young.

“That’s so dangerous! Why are they here?”

“Little kids are prone to ignoring their parents and running toward heroes.” I pointed out, remembering what the Pussycats had taught me. “The elderly are often caught in the crossfire, due to the fact that they usually can’t move as fast.”

“…We’ll be judging on how well you keep them safe as you go about your mission. Oh, by the way, we’ll be scoring you on a point system. If you have more points than the benchmark at the time the exercise comes to an end, then you pass the exam. We’ll start in ten minutes. Take care of any necessary preparations now.”

I turned around only to find that all of my classmates had decided to talk to each other instead. “Okay, so I guess I’m the one making a plan.”

“Guess so.”

Turning around, I found Shindo standing there. “Look, I know you caught on to my nice act earlier too. But it’s a rescue mission, and we’re going to have to work together.”

“Agreed.” I gave him a nod. “I did a lot of rescue work with the Pussycats growing up. My quirk is well suited to search and rescue, especially if there are any broken bones.”

“Well I doubt that’ll be an issue, but good to know. We can get a first aid station set up straight away. Can you get your class to help with the search portion?”

“I’ll talk to them.”

He walked away without another word. I headed back to my classmates, seeing Mineta and Kami yelling at Midoriya about something.

I caught the word “naked” as I got closer, and crossed my arms over my chest. “Kaminari.”

He froze, a hand immediately going to the back of his neck. “Dew Drop!”

“What’s going on?”

“N-nothing! We’re just talking to Midoriya!”

I glanced at Mineta, activating my quirk and locking him against the wall with a wave. “Mineta.”

“Midoriya saw a girl naked!”

I dropped the water. “That’s what you guys are worried about right now? We’re supposed to be planning for a rescue mission!”

“We get people, we get out. It’s easy.” Mineta waved a hand in the air. “This is juicier.”

He walked off, leaving a nervous Kaminari by my side. “Are you mad?”

“You’re a teenage boy, I’m not mad.” I rolled my eyes. “But can we focus on rescue? I’m actually good at this, I can get us to pass. I - I want to make up for not helping as much in the first round.”

“Nami, you did what you could.” Kaminari pulled me into his arms, nuzzling the top of my head. “You can’t be the superstar every time. Unless you’re Bakugo.”

I giggled into his shirt, relaxing as his familiar supercharged scent surrounded me. “You’re right.”

A bell rang, making the two of us jump.

“Shit, I was supposed to -”

“Villains have performed a large-scale terrorist attack slanning all of Insert City Name Here. Since most buildings have collapsed, there are many injured.”

The walls around us broke apart and opened up, just like the start of our test.

“Due to heavily damaged roads, the first responders have unfortunately been delayed for the time being.”

“What is with these rooms?”

“Until emergency services arrive, the heroes in the area will lead the rescue efforts. Your task is to save as many people as you can and help the injured. And with that…BEGIN!”

“You three! With me!” Bakugo yelled before taking off.

I shook my head, staying with our classmates. Kaminari looked torn.

“Bug, go with him, it’s fine.”

He took off, splitting from our group.

Iida headed for the collapsed buildings, leading our little pack. “Let’s start by heading toward the closest urban area.”

Taking a deep breath, I threw up a water wall in front of them, making my classmates stop and turn back to me.

“Look. I’m the only one here trained in rescue.” I said before anyone could protest. “Let me give you some pointers?”

“Bestow your knowledge on us!” Iida stopped running, giving me his full attention.

“We will need to split up, that isn’t even a question. We go where we will be the most useful. For me and Tsu, that means the water terrain. Anyone else think they’ll be the best there?”

Todoroki raised his hand, and Hagakure’s glove went up.

I nodded. “Okay. Those of you who will do better in the urban area can stay here. Make sure you move people slowly until you can determine their injuries. Some you might not want to move at all, if they’re that injured. Yao-Momo, I’d recommend you stay here.”

“Got it.”

“And stay alert. Usually when there’s an earthquake, there’s aftershocks. There could be falling debris, or more explosions even. Keep sharp. Water team, follow me.”

The four of us split off, heading toward the river and the lake.

“Guys! Over there!”

A few people were clinging to rocks in the water. One boy looked terrified. “Help! I can’t swim!”

“Tsu, could you get him? I'd probably terrify him.” I activated my quirk, the water pulling the other people toward shore, keeping them elevated.

“We might need to warm them up. We should get firewood.” Todoroki said.

“On it!” Hagakure ran off in another direction.

Tsu swam out, putting the boy on her back and coming back to shore.

“Everything is going to be alright. We’re here to help you in any way we can.” I explained as we gathered them up. “Our friends went looking for firewood so we can get you guys warm. Is anyone injured?”

A few hands went up.

“Those of you uninjured, if you could separate from those that are injured. Tsu is going to talk to you and see what you remember.” I leaned over to her. “Do you know how to tell if someone has a concussion?”

“Ribbit. Yes.”

“Good. Look for those. There’s a chance someone has one and doesn’t know.”

She split off, and I headed toward the injured group. There weren’t too many people, only a small group of three.

“Who’s hurt the worst? Any broken bones? Does it hurt to breathe?” I asked, gently washing off what I hoped was fake blood with my quirk.

One of them raised a hand. “Breathing isn’t easy right now.”

“We’re going to get you to the first aid station right now. Are the other two of you okay to walk?”

They nodded.

“Tsu!” She looked up at me. “I’m taking them to the first aid station. I’ll be back once they’re secure!”

“Ribbit!”

I moved water around the person having trouble breathing, floating him in a pool of water as we moved. “We’ll get you all help. What are your names?”

“You’re very good at this, young lady.” One woman said, after they’d all given me names.

I blushed. “Just doing my job. I learned from the Wild, Wild Pussycats.”

“Then they’re excellent teachers.”

We reached the first aid station just as Midoriya came running up with a kid. I got them all settled with the other class, nodding at Shindo, who gave me a nod back. He gestured to someone else, who ran up and helped me out with the one who was having trouble breathing.

“Potentially cracked ribs.” I whispered.

We got them settled in the area and things seemed to be going well.

BOOM!

[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch.28

GIFs not mine. Credit go to owners.

Summary: Rose and Willy have begun planning their wedding. They take Charlie with them to see their new friend Lucy about making a very special dress.

Tagging: @holdmeicant​ @willymywonkers​ @sleepiesapphicxoxo​

Rose and Willy began planning their wedding just days after they got engaged. Willy let Rose handle most of the planning, but he was happy to provide some input when she asked for it.

"Cocoa bean, we need to think about who we're inviting" Rose said to Willy.

"Well, it shouldn't be that hard to figure out" Willy said. "We have a small circle of friends and I want them all to come"

"That's true" Rose said, scribbling a note down in her notebook. "Do you...?" She trailed off, afraid to bring up what she was thinking with Willy.

"Do I what, starshine?" Willy asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Do you want to invite your father?" Rose asked him. She could see Willy tense up. Yes, they had reconciled, but he still got nervous whenever his father was brought up.

"I-I don't know" Willy answered. He fiddled his hands against the table. "Do you think he'd want to come?"

Rose reached over and placed her hands on top of his. "Of course he'll want to come, Willy. I saw all those newspapers on the wall. He's proud of you, and he'll be even prouder that you're getting married. I think he'd like to be here to witness that"

Willy smiled. "Yeah, you're right, starshine! Let's invite my father!"

"Great!" Rose added Dr Wonka's name to the guest list. "That's it for the the guest list" She looked up at Willy. "Where do you want to have the wedding?"

"The meadow, silly!" Willy giggled as he reached over to boop her on the nose. "Where else would we have it? A boring old church?"

Rose grinned and giggled. "I was only kidding, cocoa bean! Of course I want the wedding to happen in the meadow"

Willy propped his elbow onto the table and rested his chin in his hand. He stared and smiled at Rose as she went on about the kinds of things she wanted for the wedding. He loved how excited she was getting.

"And I'm gonna have to talk to Charlie. You two are gonna become brothers, and it'll be weird if he keeps calling you Mr Wonka" Rose said. Even though Willy was staring at her, she knew that he wasn't really paying attention. She could tell by the way he was staring at her with that dreamy look. "You're staring at me again"

"I can't help it, starshine" Willy he said dreamily. "You're just so gosh darn beautiful!" No matter how many times she heard Willy call her beautiful, she still always managed to blush.

"Willy, you're making me blush..." Rose said shyly.

"And you look so pretty when you do" He couldn't help but tell her. At this point, Willy was just trying to get some attention out of Rose. She had been working on that list all morning. She didn't even give him his morning kiss yet. "Starshine?" He drew out the word as he scooted his chair closer to hers.

"Yes, cocoa bean?" Rose said, not looking up from her work.

He placed his chin on her shoulder as he pouted his lips. "You've been busy all morning"

"Planning a wedding is busy work"

"You forgot to do something very important this morning"

Rose looked up. She looked at Willy and furrowed her eyebrows. "Did I?"

"Yeah. You didn't kiss me yet"

"I'm sorry" She said. Rose gave Willy a quick peck on the lips. "There, is that better?"

Willy smiled as he shook his head. Then he took Rose's face in his hands and pulled her into another kiss. Only this one was deeper and longer. "Now I feel better" He said afterwards, resting his forehead against hers.

Rose smiled and hummed. "So do I"

******

That afternoon, Rose took Charlie and Willy with her to go meet Lucy. Rose needed a dress, and she knew that Lucy would be able to make her the one she wanted. They went into the dress shop to find her. "Okay, let's split off and find Lucy" Rose said. Willy raised his hand like he had a question. "Yes, Willy?"

It turns out he did have a question. "What does Lucy look like?"

"She's got fiery red hair. You can't miss her" Rose explained.

"Excuse me?" a woman's voice said. The three of them turned their heads to see a fifty-something, sharply dressed woman approaching them. Her name tag read Judy. "Did you say you were looking for Lucy?"

"Yes" Charlie answered with a nod. "Is she here?"

Judy looked between Rose and Charlie. "I remember you two from the other day. You here with a woman"

"Yes, that was our mother" Charlie mentioned. "Do you know where Lucy is?"

"I'm afraid she doesn't work here anymore" Judy explained.

"You fired her!?" Rose shouted at the top of her lungs. Charlie jumped from beside her, and Willy was giving her a wide eyed look from under his goggles. It was weird to hear Rose raise her voice like that. "How could you!?"

Judy quickly shook her head. "No, no, I didn't fire her. She quit on her own accord. Said something about following her dreams"

"Oh" Rose visibly calmed down. She flashed Judy a small smile. "Sorry for yelling"

"It's alright dear" Judy assured her. "When you work in the retail business, you get used to customers yelling at you"

"Do you know where we can find Lucy?" Charlie asked.

"Yes" Judy reached into the pocket of her blazer. She pulled out a piece of paper. "Lucy wanted me to give this to you if you ever came by again. Has her address on it"

Rose grabbed the piece of paper. "Thank you. And if you don't mind me asking, why didn't you like Lucy's designs?"

"Oh, I loved them!" Judy admitted. "But I didn't think they would sell well in this setting. Everything here is so formal. They would just look out of place" Judy sighed. "I regret being so harsh towards her" And with that, she went to attend to other customers.

"Good! We know where Lucy lives now so we can go see her!" Willy said excitedly.

"Let's go" Charlie said. The three of them left the store.

******

The elevator landed in front of Lucy's house. Charlie walked on ahead, while Rose and Willy followed behind him hand-in-hand. Charlie walked up the steps to Lucy's door and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by a little girl around the same age as Charlie. "Hello?"

"Hello" Charlie said back to the girl. "Is Lucy home?"

The girl's eyes widened and she smiled brightly. "Oh, you must be her new friends"

"And you are?" Rose asked the girl.

"I'm Jenny, Lucy's little sister" the girl introduced herself. She opened the front door wider and motioned for them to come in. "You can all come in and make yourselves comfortable. I'll go get Lucy" Charlie, Rose and Willy followed Jenny inside the house. She brought them into the living room, and told them to take a seat on the couch, before parting to go get Lucy.

"This is a cozy little home" Rose commented, scanning her eyes around the living room. She sat in between Charlie and Willy. "And Jenny is a cute girl" Rose smirked down at her brother. "Don't you think so, Charlie?"

Charlie blushed. "Rosie!"

Willy suddenly jumped in his seat when he felt something brush up against his leg. "Something just touched me!"

A faint meow followed. Rose leaned over and saw an orange tabby cat rubbing against Willy's leg. Rose giggled at the sight. "It's a cat and I think it likes you!"

The cat hopped up onto Willy's lap. This caused him to grimace and hold his hands close to his chest. He was never really fond of cats or dogs. "Why would it like me?" Willy questioned. He looked to Rose for an answer. "It just met me"

"I see you've met Creamsicle" a new voice said. It belonged to Lucy. She and Jenny joined them in the living room. She laughed as she saw that Creamsicle was already curled up in Willy's lap. "She seems to really like you"

Creamsicle started purring and Willy started panicking. "She's vibrating now!"

"Willy, do you know anything about cats?" Rose asked him with a tilt of her head. Willy shook his head and this caused Rose to giggle again. "Well she's not vibrating, she's purring. That means she's content with you. You're telling me you've never had a cat, dog, or a pet of any kind?"

"Do the squirrels count?" Willy asked and Rose shook her head. "Then no, I've never had a pet before. Not that I've really wanted one. I don't really like cats. Or dogs even" He glanced down at the cat in his lap. "What do I do?"

"You pet her" Rose answered. She grabbed one of Willy's hands and began to guide it along Creamsicle. "Just like this"

"Oh!" Willy grinned. He looked at Rose again. "I do this to your hair sometimes when we're laying in bed" Rose let go of Willy's hand, and he continued to pet Creamsicle on his own. "I like cats now! Well, this one at least"

"Lucy," Rose moved her attention towards the redhead. "If you haven't guessed already, this is Willy Wonka, my fiance"

Jenny's eyes went wide. "This is Willy Wonka!? The amazing chocolatier!?"

Willy looked to Jenny and smiled. "That's me!"

"I'm sorry" Lucy spoke up. Her eyes darted between Rose and Willy. "Did you say fiance? Because when I met you, you said he was your boyfriend?"

"He proposed to me that night" Rose said. She looked to Willy and giggled dreamily. She held onto his arm and leaned against him. "It was so romantic"

Willy copied Rose's dreamy giggle. "This pretty little truffle is going to be my wife" He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Rose then tilted her head upwards and puckered her lips, indicating that she wanted a kiss on the lips. "Oh, does my pretty truffle want a kiss?"

"Your pretty truffle is always wanting a kiss from you" Rose purred at him as she batted her eyelashes at him.

"In that case," Willy cupped Rose's face in his hands. "Come here, pretty little truffle" Their lips connected in a passionate kiss, completely forgetting about the fact that there were others in the room with them.

Lucy smiled awkwardly and folded her hands together in her lap. She looked over to Charlie. "Are they always like this, Charlie?"

Charlie nodded. "They tend to forget that other people are in the room"

Lucy cleared her throat, which caused Rose and Willy to pull away from each other. They both blushed from embarrassment. "Sorry" Rose muttered out.

"Yeah, sorry" Willy repeated.

Lucy smiled at them both. "Oh, it's alright. You should never apologize for being in love. Now, what brings you guys by?"

"I need a favour from you, Lucy" Rose started. "I was hoping that you could make my wedding dress for me"

"Really? Well, I'd be honored to make your dress for you!" Lucy clapped her hands together and bounced with excitement. "What were you thinking of for it? Mermaid, ball gown, trumpet? Lace, sparkles, satin?"

Willy's eyebrows furrowed as he listened to Lucy list of the many ways a wedding dress could be made. "I didn't realize there were so many kinds of dresses" He said. He looked to Rose. "But you know what you want, don't you, starshine?"

Rose nodded. "I sure do! You said you could make a dress out of anything, right Lucy?"

Lucy grew a proud smile and crossed her arms over her chest. "I sure can"

"Do you think you could make a dress made out of cotton candy?"

Lucy's mouth fell open slightly and she stared blankly at Rose. "Cotton candy?"

"Oh, I knew it was ridiculous..." Rose muttered, her smile and shoulders dropping with a sigh. Willy pat her on the knee.

"No, it's not ridiculous" Lucy quickly said. This made Rose perk up again. "In fact, it's the greatest idea for a dress I've ever heard. A wedding dress made out of cotton candy!"

"Does this mean you'll make the dress for me?" Rose asked hopefully.

"Yes!" Lucy squealed, jumping up onto her feet. "It'll take me a bit, considering it'll be made out of cotton candy. And I'm gonna need somewhere where I'll be able to make it"

"You can make it at the factory!" Willy suggested. Lucy absolutely beamed at the suggestion. "And the the Oompa-Loompas would be willing to help you"

Lucy and Jenny shared confused glances with each other. "Oompa-Loompas?" The sisters both said.

"Yeah. The wedding is all they've been talking about for the past couple of days. They're very excited about it and want to help out in anyway they can"

"Okay!" Lucy said with a nod. "I'd love the Oompa-Loompas help! All I need you guys to do for me is give me a room to make the dress in. I'll come to the factory first thing tomorrow morning"

"Could I come too?" Jenny asked.

Charlie looked over to Rose and Willy. "Can she?"

"It's alright with me" Rose answered. She looked over at her fiancé. "What about you, cocoa bean?"

"I don't see why not" Willy said. "It'll be good for Charlie to have a friend his own age to spend time with" He looked over at Charlie. "Not that we don't like spending time with you, it's just—"

"I know what you mean, Mr..." Charlie stopped himself. He remembered what Rose told him earlier before they left. He should start calling him Willy now that they were going to be brothers. "Willy" Rose smiled proudly at Charlie and gave him a pat on the head.

With their visit with Lucy over, Rose could cross of the first thing on her wedding to do list. The perfect wedding dress. And she couldn't wait to see how it would turn out.

[beanenigma]

12/12/12 tag

I was tagged by @livvywrites​ to answer 12 questions in character about my OC, ask 12 questions to other people’s OCs and tag 12 people to answer them. 

I’ll be answering as Juniper Graham from my WIP Doorways. 

What teachings from your parents still affect you to this day? Do you wish that they didn’t?

Hey, listen, buddy, my mother was a selfish woman and she didn’t give me anything. Actually, no, no. Scratch that. She gave me a fear of commitment and a truckload of unresolved issues I’ll probably end up shoving into a very heartfelt short movie one day - or like, throw them in a boyfriend or something. Both I wish she didn’t.

I guess I could say she did give me a magic education, which was pretty cool of her? Not that I intend to use most of it, but hey, all my friends think the tricks I can do are pretty cool.

Who is the person who has made the greatest impact (good OR bad) on you, and who you are today?

Oh, wow. I don’t know. Let me think. My dad was pretty cool, growing up. He’d tell me to be nice and other parent stuff like that that my mother was too emotionally unavailable to do. Becky… Becky pretty much taught me everything I know about living here and the uni and everything.

But I guess I’d have to say Kieran. The size of the business he has built while keeping moral standards? I mean, it’s pretty impressive. He definitely made me see magic in a different way. As more of a right and less of… An heirloom, an obligation. He made me realize there are other people around who are struggling to do things or learn things and that people like us have a duty to help them.

If you could do anything, without strings or consequences attached, what would you do?

Like, anything? In the whole wide world? Out of the limits of possibility even? I’d love to become a goddess. And people would come to my shrines and leave me animation DVDs and puppies and soy burgers with swiss cheese, all to appease my wrath.

A genie gives you three wishes. What would you wish for?

Three wishes. Okay. First of all, I’d like an animator job at TreeHouse Studios. Uh… I’d like a big ass penthouse apartment in downtown Port Haven. And… Maybe find my dad? I don’t know. Might be cool to know what he’s been up to all those years.

When you go to pack for something—whether it be as simple as tucking items in your pocket for a normal day, or an overnight trip—what are three or so items that you couldn’t live without?

It really depends. I normally have a jasper necklace I can’t get away from. It’s for courage. When the stone starts losing its influence, I just change it up for a new one. Then I also take my sketchbook everywhere. And I’m gonna include a pencil with it and count as one item. And then I definitely say my phone. My… Occupation requires constant communication.

Is there someone in your life you can’t live without? Who are they, and what is your relationship like?

I’m very proud to be a very independent person. But there is someone. My dog Cerberus. He’s the best boy, and our relationship is I feed him and give him pets and he allows me to live in his vicinity.

What do you think your childhood self would think of you now? How is your life different from what you pictured then?

Okay, we’re going to the heavy stuff. Ah… I guess she’d be proud? I’m doing what she wanted. Living by myself. Not doing magic. Studying art to make her little drawings better. I’m still not exactly where I thought I’d be, but I’m definitely closer: I have friends. I have a job. I have a dog. I think she’d be happy to be in my place.

How do you feel about where you are now? About the person you are now? What, if anything, would you change about yourself?

I feel like I’m doing pretty good. But as I said, I’m still working on it, you know? I still have to get done with college and find a job in my field. But I’m on the right track. If I could change something about myself… I guess I would try to be more open to people? I know a lot of people but I don’t really have that many close friends.

What do you do to de-stress, and take your mind off of things?

Like any good londrine witch, I like to make a nice warm cup of tea.

What is the most ridiculous thing that you can recall doing? Do you remember why you did it?

The most ridiculous thing? That’s hard. I’m often told I’m ridiculous. I guess it was the time I brought a frog home from the street and tried to hide it in my room from my mom, but it got loose and I never found it again… But sometimes I’d hear some distant croaking on the walls. I did it because I was bored, probably.

If someone were to record what was happening to you, the story of your life, how would you want to be portrayed?

Like an animation of course! Very stylized, with my big ass nose as my defining feature and my ponytail flying into the horizon! And I would have a magic pencil and Becky, Cerberus and I would go around solving very stupid crimes or whatever.

Ah, the story of my actual life? Ah, it could be a slightly more realistic animation… That’d work too.

What is your ideal future life like? When all is said & done, what does peace look like to you?

Like I said, penthouse downtown. It has a little greenhouse for me to plant my own tea. I might even do my own blends. Very fancy stuff. My walls have all the prizes for the animations I directed. I still have haelishes, the same breed of dog as Cerberus. And, hmm… I might settle down with someone eventually. We can lay down in a rainy day and watch something together. Sounds like paradise to me.

My questions and the tags under the cut! 

My questions are: 

1. Did you ever have a pet? What was your relationship like with it? If you had more than one, can you pick a favorite?

2. If you could move anywhere, where would it be? 

3. Growing up, what was the job you wanted to have?

4. What was the hardest thing you ever had to do? 

5. Have you ever lost something really valuable to you? What was it? Where and how did you lose it? 

6. If you find yourself locked inside a room, what is your first instinct to try and escape? 

7. If you could pick a weapon to represent you, which one would it be? 

8. What could have been if you had made different choices?

9. Where do you see yourself in five years? 

10. What do you consider something only you can do? 

11. Do you have a favorite game? Which one is it? How is it played? 

12. If all else fails, who can you count on? 

To do this, I tag @astroswriting @outplacedwriter @kasey-writes @aj-the-satyr @izzuniiwrites @tiramisueme @greenwood-writes and whoever else wants to do it, I suppose! 

[brideofkylosolo]

12 days of (Smutty) Fanfics

Day 2

Tagging: @makingtimemine and @candycanes19

Merry Kinkmas

Philip Altman X Claire Fitzpatrick (OC) (This is Where I Leave You)

Synopsis: Philip plans a special Christmas surprise for his long-time girlfriend Claire.

Warnings: Smut, toys, NSFW

A/N:  Pre-film: Philip has been dating Claire since high school for seven years at this point

     Philip Altman had always had a strange relationship with the holidays, for lack of better terms.  Depending on his parents’ mood, his family either celebrated Hanukkah or the regular secular Christmas.  It wasn’t until him and Claire started dating their sophomore year of high school that he really got a taste of a “normal” holiday, albeit a Catholic one.

      Of course neither of them had become particularly religious (Claire had always said the only religious thing about her was the fact that she took her birth control the same time every day) once they went off to college, so when they moved into their first apartment together their last year of college, they really didn’t do much in terms of holiday decorating or celebrating. Plus now that Clair was just starting her second year of med school for her anesthesiologist degree (something Philip was beyond fucking proud of her for) any kind of celebrating or even decorating had been forgotten about.  Their lives consisted of pretty much work for Philip and school for Claire; they had barely managed to find time to have a date night in a while.

     Philip didn’t mind.  He had known fully that when Claire applied and got in to medical school that she would be insanely busy with school and then her residency for at least six years.  He knew this was her dream ever since high school and he wasn’t going to stand in her way.  He loved her far too much to do that to her.

     Of course, Claire always tried to find some time for him amid her schedule even if it ended up being a quick fuck in the shower or in the morning.  She even had surprised him once with dinner after a long day at his job.  It was those little things she did that made him love her even more and Philip was determined to show her how much she meant to him.

     Philip kept looking out the window of their third-floor apartment for any sign of her car pulling up.  He had tried to calm his nerves by watching TV but that didn’t help, only made him more nervous he’d miss her drive in.

     Finally, Claire’s white Jeep pulled in to her parking space and she climbed out, her arms laden with her textbooks and other things.

     Philip jumped up and went to the door. He waited and soon heard Claire’s key jiggle in the lock.  She opened the door but the security chain stopped her from opening the door further.

     “Philip!” she called out.  “Shit, babe, the chain’s up!”

     “I know,” Philip replied as he peeked through the crack.

     “So take it down, you goof,” Claire replied.

     “In a sec.  Close your eyes first,” Philip instructed her.  “I have a surprise for you.

     Claire closed her eyes and Philip opened the door fully.  He took her right hand and guided her into the tiny apartment, emptying her arms of her textbooks and things.

     “Mmmm, something smells good in here,” Claire remarked as he navigated her into the living area and placed her in the middle of it.  “Did you light a candle?”

     “Maybe,” Philip replied slyly.  “Ok, open your eyes!”

     Claire opened her blue eyes and giggled her surprise.  Philip had decorated the entire apartment in what looked like very unusual Christmas decorations.

     “What in the world?” Claire asked as she looked at the pair of fuzzy handcuffs hanging off the wall.

     “Surprise!” Philip exclaimed with a grin. “MERRY KINKMAS!!!!”

     “Awww babe,” Claire said with a smile and kissed him on the lips.  She pulled away and guffawed as she noticed the sweater Philip was wearing.  “Oh my god, the hell are you wearing?”

     Philip was wearing a red sweater with two holes cut out were his pecs were.  On his bare skin were two googly eyes, felt antlers and a big red pompom on his nipples made to look like, Claire guessed, a reindeer.  On top of his head was a Santa hat.

     “You like it?” Philip asked with a cheeky grin.  “It’s my Kinkmas sweater.”

     “Your Kinkmas sweater?” Claire asked with a laugh as she playfully poked his right pec.

     “Yep, my Kinkmas sweater.  Festive isn’t it?”

     Claire just laughed at her goofy boyfriend.  Things like this were why she loved Philip Altman so damn much.  He always had some goofy way to surprise her and make her laugh, no matter how bad her day was.

     “Oh wait, almost forgot!” Philip exclaimed as he ran into the kitchen, coming back a short time later with a glass of off-white colored liquid and a plate of cookies.

     Philip handed the glass to Claire and she sniffed it; she recoiled and made a face at the overwhelming smell of alcohol.  She took a small sip.

     “Jesus, how much booze did you put in this thing?” Claire asked as she coughed.

     “A shot glass full,” Philip responded.

     “A shot gla… fuck, are you trying to get me drunk, Altman?” Claire teased him.

     Philip gave a mischievous grin.  “Maybe,” he replied with a kiss to her head.  “I mean, you are fucking adorable when you’re drunk off your butt.”

     Claire playfully smacked his butt.  She stood on her tip toes and gave Philip a kiss on the lips.  She slowly pulled away and gave him her own mischievous grin.  “You do realize you’ll be the one stuck with my drunk ass, right?”

     Philip pulled her close, giving her a peck on the lips.  “I think I can deal with that.  Of course, you need to open your dirty Santa gifts first.”

     “My dirty Santa gifts?” Claire inquired as Philip handed her a gift bag from under the tiny Christmas tree adorned with some of Claire’s bras and panties.

     Claire raised her eyebrows as she pulled the tissue out of the bag; she laughed as she pulled her gift out of the bag.

     “Flavored lube?” Claire asked with a giggle as she held up the box of three bottles.  “Peppermint, eggnog, and pumpkin spice latte?  What the actual fuck?  They make shit like this?”

     Philip just beamed.  Claire and he always had shared the same twisted, weird, very kinky sense of humor, even back when they met in high school.  It always surprised him since she went an all-girls Catholic high school and her family was super conservative and Claire was the exact opposite of that.  He absolutely loved it.

     Claire grinned as she pulled out a candy cane striped vibrator from the bag.  She just laughed.  She reached in a pulled the last gift out, a pair of white mess thongs, complete with a red bow on the back.

     “Oh, baby, thank you,” she said with a smile as she hugged him.  “I love them.”

     She kissed him on the lips and they melted onto the couch, Claire straddling Philip’s lap.  She cupped his face with her right hand as she deepened her kiss, removing the Santa hat with her left hand; Philip’s hand slowly reaching in her scrub bottoms. 

     Claire pulled away.  “Give me a minute to change into something a little more festive and we’ll have ourselves a little party, alright?”

     Philip licked his lips and nodded.  Claire got up and headed to the bedroom to change, shooting Philip a sultry gaze with a hint of playfulness.

     A few moments later, Clair came walking out from the bedroom.  She was dressed in a sexy see-through red nightie with matching red panties.  As she walked, she swayed her hips before turning and giving her rear a seductive shake.

     “Holy shit,” Philip exclaimed and quickly ran to her, picking her up and tossing her over his wide shoulders.  He started off towards the bedroom, Claire squealing with laughter at his eagerness.  He paused and darted back to grab the vibrator and the lube.  “Can’t forget these!”

     Claire just giggled as Philip gently tossed her onto their bed onto her back.  He climbed over her and planted kisses over her neck, collarbone and the top of her breasts.

     Claire nibbled on her lower lip with a smirk.  She ran her fingers through his soft hair as she bucked her hips upwards in Philip’s pelvis.

     Philip responded by pushing away the fabric from Claire’s boob and licked her nipple, his tongue circling the sensitive flesh.

     Claire let out a moan and arched her back.  She gripped the sheets next to her tightly.

     Philip’s right hand meanwhile, snaked to her sex.  He slowly reached into her red panties and stroked her folds through, causing more moans to escape her lips.

     “Oh fuck,” Claire moaned as Philip inserted a finger inside her slowly moving them in and out.  She subconsciously spread her legs as he added another finger.

     She reached the hem of her sweater and pulled it over his head.  The antlers had already fallen off somewhere and all that remained as the googly eyes and the two red fuzzy noses.  Claire knew it was going to take every ounce of resolve she had in her not to burst out laughing at the sight of her boyfriend’s pecs jiggling with googly eyes looking back at her while they fucked.

      Philip unbuttoned his jeans with one hand and freed himself.  He removed his fingers from Claire’s sex and opened the box of lube, pulling the peppermint one out.  Claire took it from him and squirted some in her hand; she palmed his erection and stroked it, making it hard in no time.

     Claire leaned over and gave the underside of Philip’s organ a lick.

     “Oh, gross!” she suddenly exclaimed.  “Ugh, that lube taste fucking nasty.  Smell it.”

     She shoved her hand in Philip’s face for him to try it.  Philip gave her a funny look and licked the palm of her hand.  He made a face.

     “Fuck, that is nasty!” Philip said.  “Ugh, why did you make me lick that?”

     “Hey, I didn’t make you do anything,” Claire said as she playfully tickled his abs.  “I just told you to smell it.  You’re the one that decided to lick it, you goof.”

     “You stuck in my face, what was I supposed to do?” Philip bemoaned.  He playfully grabbed Claire’s wrists and pinned her onto the bed.  “You're so gonna get it now.”

     Claire just giggled as Philip peppered kisses all over her face.  She managed to get her right arm free and wrestled him onto his back, pinning his wrists to the bed.  She smirked and planted a deep kiss on his lips, devouring his taste.

     Philip responded by bucking his hips upwards, the tip of his hard penis brushing against Claire’s soaked underwear.

     “Shit, you sure fight dirty,” she groaned.

     “Says the one that likes to cop a feel on my dick in the shower every morning and leave me hanging,” Philip replied as he wiggled a hand free.  Besides, I sure don’t see your pussy complaining.”

He reached down and shifted Claire’s panties aside.  He rubbed her a few times then placed his glans at her opening, burying himself deep inside her with a quick jerk.

     Claire let out a pleasurable gasp as Philip’s length filled her.  She sat up, straddling his hips.  Philip rested his large hands on Claire’s hips, his thumbs grazing her skin as she began to rock her hips.

     “God you’re so fucking beautiful when you bounce like that,” Philip breathed as Claire rode him, her pert breast bouncing, “all sexy and shit.”

     “You like it when I ride you, huh?” Claire asked.

Philip just nodded.  “It’s so fucking hot,” replied.

     Claire just smirked as she gyrated her hips harder.  She arched her back as Philip’s dick rubbed the walls of her cervix, sending micro waves of pleasure up her spine.  She subconsciously quickened her pace.

       “That’s it!” Claire moaned as she bucked her hips harder.  “That’s it!  Come on, baby.  Come on!  Use that big dick of yours to make me come!”

     “Oh, I am.  I gonna make you come so hard you’ll be feeling it for weeks!”

     Claire bit her lip, her orgasm building.  “Oh, that’s it!  Come on, come on.  Oh, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m… Ohhhhhhhhh!”

     She threw her head back as she came hard, her canal convulsing.  Philip followed soon after, shooting his cum deep her.

     Claire collapsed on his chest, breathing hard as she came down from her orgasm.  Philip just hugged her, rubbing her back soothingly as they panted.  He kissed her tenderly on her temple.

     Claire just snuggled against him.  She brushed her fingertips over his soft skin, savoring the post-sex bliss.  She peeled off one of the eyes and stuck it on Philip’s left cheek.  He wrinkled his nose in laughter and stuck one on the tip of her nose.

     “I’m afraid to ask how you stuck these things on,” Claire asked as she flicked one of the pompoms.

     “I used your eyelash glue.”

     Claire snorted.  “That’s inventive but, yeah, you’re gonna have a time getting that off.”  She sat up.  “What do ya say we hop in the shower and get those things off?”

     Philip just nodded and carried her to the bathroom.  He knew they weren’t just going to get cleaned though.

[whitewitchdani]

The White Witch: Chapter 16

Read Chapter 15 Here

Word Count: 1,753

Pairing: Sam x OC Evelyn Singer

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, implied smut

A/N: Chapter 16 has arrived! I’m sorry it’s been taking so long to get chapters out, just bear with me! I really hope you guys like it and as always feedback is welcome and let me know if you’d like to tagged.

The White Witch Masterlist

Dean and Evie walked back into the bunker, both feeling a little bit better, and closer, after their conversation. They were headed back in the direction of Sam’s bedroom when Evie suddenly turned down a different hallway. 

Dean reached out and grabbed her arm, “Whoa, where are you going skippy? We need to go talk to Sam and Cas, try to figure this stuff out.” 

Evie sighed, “I know, but I’m not really ready to talk to Sam right now and I have no idea what to do about this whole thing. So, I figured I’d go grab the more complex of my mother’s grimoires from their box in the garage and see what they have to say. I haven’t really read them thoroughly so maybe they’ll give us something useful.” 

“Okay that’s a good idea but let’s go talk to Sam and Cas first so we can all be on the same freakin’ page for once.”

“Yeah, you do that,” she ripped her arm from his hand, “I’m gonna go do this. I’ll be in my room if you need me.” With that she turned and stormed in the direction of the garage, leaving a frustrated Dean in the hallway. He cursed and ran a hand down his face, turning the other direction to head towards his brother and best friend.

He entered Sam’s room and the youngest Winchester shot up from his spot on the bed, “Did you find her??”

Dean sighed, “Yeah, Sam. I found her.”

Sam gave his brother a small thankful smile before looking at the bedroom door expectantly, waiting for Evie to enter. When she didn’t, he looked at his brother confused and somewhat worried, “Where is she, Dean?”  

“Don’t worry she’s fine... mostly. She’s pretty pissed at you but she didn’t take off or, ya know, set anything on fire so I call it a win.”

Sam looked down and gave a small sigh, “I know, I messed up. That’s why I need to know where she is, so I can talk to her, apologize and fix this.”

“She said she’s not ready to talk to you Sam. She’s working on a plan for Sorath.”

“Please Dean. I need to fix this.”

Dean sighed, “She went to the garage to grab her mom’s other grimoires, she should be in her room. But Sam, tread lightly. She was really upset earlier, talked about a kamikaze mission to kill Sorath and stop Lucifer. She’s scared man, but she’s willing to do whatever it takes to stop that demon, and make you proud.”

Sam’s eyes widened, “I... really? She’s ready to go on a suicide mission to stop him? And how would that make me proud?”

The eldest Winchester looked at his younger brother softly, “Sam, she thinks you’re pissed at her about what happened and that the only way she can fix it is to stop him. She believes that you think she’s gonna go darkside and she’s hell-bent on making sure that doesn’t happen. Everything she’s doing is for you.”

Sam sighed, “I have to find her.” He turned and rushed out of his room to the one next door. He took a second to gather himself and then knocked softly, “Evie?” 

When there was no answer he did it again. Still no answer. He opened the door to find the bedroom empty, his girlfriend nowhere in sight. Odd, she told Dean she’d be in here going over her mother’s grimoires. He stood in the room for a second when a though struck him: there was only one place she would go if she wanted to be alone and practice magic.

Sam hurried down the hallway and made it to the storage room, when he opened the door he was met with an empty room full of shelves of junk. Sam knew better though; he moved forward and pulled the lever to move the shelves, giving way to a barren room with a devil’s trap gracing its floor. Also on its floor Sam found Evie, sitting on a pillow thumbing through a grimoire. The ruckus of the shelves moving didn’t pull Evie from her concentration so Sam called her name. When she didn’t respond he moved towards her, only then seeing the headphones in her ears.

Sam kneeled down and reached forward, pulling one from her ear, “Hey.”

Evie jumped and looked up at him with wide eyes, “Jesus Christ, Sam. You scared the hell out of me. What is it? I’m busy.” She barely gave Sam a second glance as she returned her focus to the spellbook in front of her.

Sam sighed, “We need to talk, Evie.”

“Not right now, Sam.”

“Yes right now. Will you look at me?” He put his hand on her arm and she sighed. 

She pulled it from his grasp and stood, turning to face him, “What?”

He followed her lead and stood, “About what happened earlier, I’m sorry.”

She scoffed, “That’s it? You’re sorry? I got magically flung into a wall and had what I can only describe as a bad acid trip talking to that demon in my head. I was only able to leave because I attacked him after refusing to go with him for probably the hundredth time. Then when I woke up I got to have you, the one person I needed support from more than anyone, blame me for it. You didn’t even really let me explain what happened before you flipped out. Sorry isn’t gonna cut it.” 

“I know okay? I was a dick. I AM sorry. That’s why I’m here; I wanted to apologize and try to explain what happened. And for you to tell me more about what happened with Sorath. I know you’re upset-”

“Oh I passed upset two blocks ago, passed GO, collected my $200, and moved on to full-blown pissed. I was so scared, Sam. You know what the first thing I looked for when I woke up in my head was?” Sam shook his head. “It was you, you shaggy headed idiot. I was scared and I wanted you by my side to face whatever was coming but you weren’t there. So when I saw you when I actually woke up I was so happy, but then you just started yelling and blaming me for what was happening. Why, Sam? What did I do?” Her voice broke with the last sentence, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Sam’s heart broke at the sight in front him. He never wanted this to happen. He took a deep breath, “Evie, you didn’t do anything. It was me, and I’m so sorry. The past few hours have been overwhelming and I was scared, okay? I was scared. I saw you get thrown into a bookcase by nothing, you were bleeding when I got to you, then you didn’t wake up for hours and when you finally did you told me that you had a one-on-one in your subconscious with the demon that’s after you. I was scared and angry at the situation and I took it out on you. I’m sorry. I just- I can’t lose you, Evelyn. You’re too important to me. I love you.”

Evie stood there looking at her boyfriend wide-eyed. It was obvious that Sam cared for her, but he had never said he loved her before. Hell, she had never even heard him say those words to his own brother. More tears cascaded down onto her face as she stood there quietly staring at Sam, probably doing an amazing imitation of a fish with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. 

“Will you say something?”

Evie shook her head to pull herself out of her own thoughts. She moved forward and wrapped her arms around Sam’s waist, looking up into his hazel eyes, “I love you too Sam. I may get angry with you but no matter what I will always love you. You, Dean, Cas, you’re the most important things in my life. Just, talk to me when things like this happen.” 

“I will, I promise.” He smiled down at her, caressing her cheek with his thumb. He moved his hand from her face to grab her hand, “Come with me.”

He pulled her towards the door but she stood still, “But Sam, Sorath. The grimoires-” 

“Later.” She looked at him confused and Sam just gave her a smirk, successfully pulling her out of the door. When they arrived at Sam’s room, they entered and Sam locked the door behind them. 

Evie let out a small squeal as Sam lifted her, her legs locking around his waist as he pressed her against the door. He kissed her with everything in him; putting all of the anger, fear, worry, and love from the past day behind it. 

They stayed that way for a few minutes until Sam turned and laid her down on the bed, hovering over her. Staying that way for a moment, they just looked into each other’s eyes. Sam took his hand and brushed a stray piece of hair from her face, smiling down at her.

“What?” she laughed.

“A few months ago, if you would’ve told me we would have a witch living in the bunker working with us, I would’ve told you that you were crazy. But now, knowing you, I would do anything to keep you safe. Sorath will not win. We will figure this out, Evie. All of us. You, me, Dean, Cas; we will beat him. I promise. I love you, Evelyn Singer.”

She smiled, “And I love you Sam Winchester, you big sap.”

Sam let out a loud laugh, “Did you have to cheapen the moment?” 

“Of course.” They both laughed with the biggest smiles plastered on their faces.

That night, Sam and Evie made love for the first time. And that’s what it was, something more than just sex. Sam and Evie were able to find something some people search their whole lives for and never find. Being hunters made it all the more special. This was something they both thought they’d never find, because people like them never do. 

As they laid wrapped in each other that night, each believing the other to be asleep, they allowed their minds to drift. For Sam, he was thinking of his mom and Jess. For Evie, it was her mom, her parents, and Bobby. 

However, what they both were thinking was basically the same: How long until this person I love is ripped away from me?

Read Chapter 17 Here

Tag List:

@lovesamwinchester

@belfbastettia

@winchesterxtwo

@octo-cow52

[zarekthelordofthefries]

Odette! Also maybe Kang

(Referencing this ask meme)

Can’t believe I forgot to tag Kang! He’s definitely still fair game though.

Full Name: Princess-Ambassador Odette Titaniasdottir Tuatha, Heir Apparent to the Throne of SeasonsGender and Sexuality: Cis girl, panromantic-pansexualPronouns: She/herEthnicity/Species: Member of the species of Fae, of the race of the Light Elves (or Ljosalfar)Birthplace and Birthdate: Born in a super-high-magitech genetic-engineering pool on the planet Elfame. I haven’t actually thought of her particular birthdate because time is weird with Elfame – she’s only been alive 16 of her own years but roughly 600 Earth years passed during that time.Guilty Pleasures: I think she’s kind of embarrassed of her continuing enjoyment of traditional Fae stuff (since she is definitely NOT embarrassed of her love of human stuff) Phobias: Shapeshifters and, to an extent, human biological processes.What They Would Be Famous For: Probably just what she’s famous for in her actual roleplay, which is being the ambassador to another dimension. Pretty big deal.What They Would Get Arrested For: Air traffic crimes with her poorly-parked airship. OC You Ship Them With: I don’t know if I’m allowed to include characters created by other collaborating roleplayers here, but she is in a lovely relationship with a human artist named Aaliyah Bishop (played by @wackd).OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Again, I can’t really think of any of my own characters, so I’m gonna say the cartoon-devil Crumble Bush (also played by @wackd) that is an occasional nemesis of her and her crew. Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Historical fiction.Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Elves being way into nature and trees and stuff. That’s a dryad thing, she should know, she has a dryad grandmother. Talents and/or Powers: Sword and bow, light-manipulation, animal-and-plant controlling pheromones, public speaking, reciting the entirety of Hamilton from memory.Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s kind, passionate, determined, and cheerful. Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s also stubborn, proud, self-centered, and condescending. How They Change: Odette started out a little more violent and aggressive than she is now, and now tends to try for peaceable, diplomatic solutions first and foremost, and has developed a strict “no killing, no allowing death” policy in her superheroics that I think she lacked before. Why You Love Them:Odette is a blast to play because she has such a forceful, vibrant personality, and it’s really fun to try to work out what exactly her values are, considering both her birth-given position of authority and privilege and her active rejection of several traditions of her homeland.

Full Name: Kang Yu-jin (sometimes goes by “Eugene”, usually goes by “Kang, motherfucker”)Gender and Sexuality: Cis man, homoromantic/homosexualPronouns: He/himEthnicity/Species: Korean-American, human(?) (he’s a Monsterhearts character, so who can be certain of his species?)Birthplace and Birthdate: Delacroix, Louisiana, approx. 1990Guilty Pleasures: Watches shows for very young kids (i.e. Teletubbies, Boohbah, Blue’s Clues, The Upside-Down Show) while highPhobias: Spiders, most copsWhat They Would Be Famous For: Bad vocal covers of rap songs uploaded to YouTubeWhat They Would Get Arrested For: Drug-dealingOC You Ship Them With: Kang has a boyfriend who I haven’t figured out much about yetOC Most Likely To Murder Them: I’m not sure, but probably his teenaged business associate Marguerite Cormier (played by @mukora) if he crosses her. Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Action and/or race (i.e. Fast and the Furious). Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Probably Asians always getting good grades. (I think it’s true for him but, like, only in one class. Chemistry, natch.)Talents and/or Powers: Somehow avoiding getting arrested despite selling every possible drug out of a van in a small town and using his own name as a catchphraseWhy Someone Might Love Them: He’s energetic and charismatic.Why Someone Might Hate Them: He’s obnoxious and he sells drugs to teenagers. How They Change: He hasn’t much, yet.Why You Love Them: Because he’s Kang, motherfucker.

[jedi-anakin]

tag games!

tagged by @shirewalker, thank you so much!

I decided not to just pick one, so I picked four and did all of them. Of course you don’t have to do all four, or any if you don’t want to do that. 🙃

tagging @admiralsamilyn, @bellamybalke, @borntosavethedoctor, @jennalouisecolemans, @tonystarkz and anyone who would like to do that

all games under the cut

1st game! Ten Questions Tag Game

What’s the earliest story you remember writing?

It was a Jonas Brothers fanfic. I was twelve.

Which do you prefer to write? Short stories of longer ones?

Long ones. I tried the short ones, but it’s just impossible for me. I put a lot into the world building and the characters and sometimes it takes chapters for me to actually get to the main plot. Also I usually plan ahead pretty early in the story.

Do you think your writing is ready to be seen by the world?

No, dear god, no. I'm very insecure about that, mainly because I was very bad at it in primary school. And I believe it was the thing that made me work it out, but I’m still too insecure to do that.

Which OC would be the best company when writing and which would be the worst?

Hmm. I think the best would be Kenna. She is a writer herself, so she would be pretty helpful.

The worst one would be Bonnie. She is from a story I cannot really put under any genre yet and she is the type of person who doesn’t like to sit around and do something like writing. She would rather be out and protest and fight for her homeland.

Do you have a favourite world you’d give anything to visit?

I would love to visit Narnia, I mean for someone who’s favorite animal was and is a lion, meeting Aslan was goals. Also the Land of Oz. This one is still goals. I love that world so much, the whole Nonestica is just so unique and fascinating.

Any writing rituals? Special place, special time of the day, special medium to write a draft on, etc.

I like to write in the afternoon much better, but the best ideas always comes after 10 pm, so sometimes I found myself still writing at 1 am. My drafts are so messed up, I’m happy if I can manage to get a decent one. Currently I’m planning a story and even though I started writing the first chapter, I found myself planning for four years after the first chapter takes place. Gonna be a looong story.

What’s your favourite genre to read AND to write? 

For reading I like sci-fi and fantasy, but lately I only read non-fiction books. For writing I’m the best drama. I do love to write sci-fi and fantasy, but I always find a big plot/story problem that stops the writing for a certain time. Lately I only wrote drama and it’s actually a lot easier than I suspected. I have two story in that genre and both are turned out to be really great. But I hope I can do some good sci-fi / fantasy too.

Do you have friends that write too?

Sadly, no. My flatmate doesn’t even likes to read. :(

If you could have a writing cottage anywhere in the world, where would it be?

I think in the Alps.

Favourite author and how have they inspired you/your writing.

I don’t remember which author made me write for the first time (I think it was Dan Wells), but then I didn’t write for years. And for the second time, it was actually a fanfiction that made realize that I have to write and I cannot give it up.

2nd game! 5 Things

5 things you’ll find in my bag: keys, calculator, wallet, pen, phone 5 things you’ll find in my room: twelfth doctor funko pop, angry birds plushes, books, surprisingly two plants, star wars calendar (with Rey this month) 5 things that make me happy: my fave webcomic updating every thursday, seeing my dog (or any dog tbh),  the smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls, seeing the stars, listening to my favorite songs 5 things i’m currently into: giffing/editing, writing, reading, watching, eating 5 things on my to-do list: be less pessismistic, sleep more on weekdays, write something that I’m fully proud of so I can show to my fam, pass my late spring exams, be more confident

3rd game! Get To Know Me

How tall are you? 163 cm / 5'4"

What color are your eyes? Green, blue, brown, grey.

Do you wear contacts and/or glasses? No

Do you wear braces? No, but I had them for 2,5 years

What is your fashion style? Cheap??

When were you born? 11th August, 1997

Do you have any siblings? Nope

What school/college do you go to? Commerce and marketing

What kind of student are you? The tired one

What are your favorite subjects? History, English

What are your favorite movies? Anastasia, Back To The Future, Bedazzled, Pirates of the Caribbean, Star Wars, The Mummy

What are your favorite pastimes? Good old “watching some TV show or film”, writing, reading, playing some phone game which I wouldn’t like to name.

Do you have any regrets? Sure.

What’s your dream job? Never had a specific one.

Would you like to get married? Yeah, sure. It could be fun, with the right person, of course.

Do you want kids? Maybe someday.

How many countries have you visited? 5

Do you have a significant other? No.

4th Game! Another Get To Know

Age - 20

Birthplace - hungary

Current time - 11:38 pm

Drink you had last - tea

Easiest person to talk to - my dog???

Favorite song - how deep is your love

Hogwarts house - slytherin

In Love - with fictional characters, sure

Jealous of people - always

Killed someone - only bugs

Love at first sight or should I walk by you again - first sight, I only walk if I have to

Middle name - I don’t have one

Number of siblings - zero (sometimes my parents call the dog my sister or just mess up our names)

One wish - a calm week

Person you called last - my mom

Question you are always asked - “do you have a boyfriend?” also followed by “still don’t?”

Reason to smile - hello there

Song you sang last - two hearts by phil collins

Time you woke up - 6:50 am

Underwear color - black

Worst habit - thinking people are laughing at me, when they obviously not

X-rays - nope

Your favorite food - cinnamon roll

Zodiac sign - leo

[murmuredregret-blog]

one day i might get to use this gif ic. one day. a kid can dream. but hi hello !

( kaya scodelario, 26, cisfemale, homosexual ). ━☆ have you seen that HAZEL MENDES is back in town and working as a TATTOO ARTIST now? they left because of NEEDING TO START FRESH AFTER A ROUGH YEAR and have been gone for SEVEN YEARS and HAS seemed to changed now that they’re back. you’ll find that, at times, they can be SECRETIVE & SELF-DEPRECATING but it balances with them being KIND-HEARTED & COURAGEOUS which might be why SHE USED TO BE MINE from WAITRESS always reminds me of them.

hi !! i’m meg ( she/her ) and i have this terrible habit of feeling the need to quote jujubee every time i introduce myself and one day it’s gonna get me in a lot of feckin trouble. you’ve probably seen me on the main, using kaya as a mascot bc i’m unoriginal but mostly to keep things as Not Confusing as possible. anyway, my timezone is GMT but my sleep schedule is FCKD, so that means a grand total of nothing.  ANYWAY, ladies and jellybeans and folkx who are neither and/or both, the moment you have all be waiting for... this trash can !!!!!! this is hazel :-) and as her name might suggest,,,, her eyes are blue :-) brief intro to her in 3.........2................fun.............

☽ hazel is the product of me merging two older ocs together to create a woman even worse than those who came before her, but i love just as much. lowkey tho, i’m so in love ?? i’ve been working on her for a while but honestly she came to me so easily :’) ☽ SAD ARTIST TROPE COMIN AT YA IN FIVE FOUR THREE TWO ONE: she’s a tattoo artist ! so if your muse is into tattoos ( she specialises in dotwork but ~*~dabbles~*~ elsewhere, it’s just what she’s good at & prefers, y’know ? somethin’ to keep in mind ) there’s a snazzy connection. plus she lives in the little apartment above the shop !! which she secretly kind of hates !!!  ☽ so,,,,,hazel left hartley because she’s had a pretty Eventful year. it’s kind of A Lot so i don’t rlly wanna go too deep into it rn but it’s in her bio if you’re curious ---- btw, second part of the bio is still under construction. i’ve got the, like, skeleton of it i just need to fill it with organs. what a metaphor.  ☽ she’s messy. not in like tidiness but more like,,,, as a person. she’s been through It so just getting a little messiness out of it ain’t the worst that could’ve happened. she has a smile that lights up the earth though ? ☽ always seems a bit chaotic, like if you’re meeting her somewhere she’ll arrive slightly out of breath, or if you need a pen she’s sure she has one but by the time she’s emptied her bag and found the pen, you could’ve walked to the shop, bought your own, picked up a milkshake, got a donkey ride, paid for a kid who didn’t have enough money to have their own donkey ride, had a walk in the woods, saved a woman from being mugged by a guy with his finger in his hoodie pocket, walked back, realise you don’t have the pen, can’t remember where you left it, went back to the shop and bought a new pen, and gotten back to her.  ☽  BUT she’s a good person ! mostly. or tries to be. eh, she’s working on it. she’s kind & good, but she’s made some mistakes. she’s pretty good with people, pretty smiley on a good day, very good at the people aspect for her job as well as the actual job of her job. ☽ she’s back in town ‘for work’ but that loosely translates to ‘because i missed it’ --- her tattoo parlour in new york ( where she went when she left ) was opening a new branch in ma as their first shop other than their nyc one, and y’all guessed it, without really thinking, she told ‘em hartley was just the place & offered to head out there to keep an eye on it ? i think she was just looking for an excuse to go back ? because she misses it, and also because she wants to get part of her ‘old self’ back, which worries her. her parents were very ‘we’ll go whichever way the wind blows us’ until they had her, and they didn’t like being in the same place for too long, and they were both very into like ~*~self discovery~*~ and ~*~self expression~*~ and shit so like now that hazel doesn’t want to stay in new york anymore AND wants to find the old parts of herself that she lost that she’d quite like back, she’s worried she’s turning into her parents lol. nah she just missed home, it’s been seven years, she’s allowed to wanna come back plus, her last boyfriend ( and i mean last, this girl is a HOMOSEXUAL ) really fucked her about so she’s more than happy to shed that snake skin. even though she was a very i wanna get out of this town teenager, she still loved it here ? she just knew there were bigger and brighter things, and after spending seven years in the biggest and brightest of them all, she’s ready to go home, even though some serious shit went down ? ☽  to be honest, anybody who knew her before will probably notice she’s changed right away. she was an addict, so she’s got some moments in her repertoire that she’s not exactly proud of. sober hazel is good hazel. but it’s been seven years and she literally left when she was still a teenager, so she has grown A LOT. she’s just wiser and better off. like, if i knew her before and then met her again now, i’d probably just be impressed ? like she was heading towards an early grave and now she’s sort of keeping a business running and two goldfish alive and eating enough veggies just about and all with a smile on her face ? ☽ as for plotting, i can kind of suck at it but i’m open to it anyway ! hazel is  pretty easy to plot with tbh !

this got really long --- yikes. i’m just excited ! but i have more info on her here if you can stand to keep reading, and bless you if you got this far !

other shit i wanted to mention but didn’t fit anywhere else: ic posts will have small text and ooc posts won’t ! anything smaller than <small> hurts my eyes though so feel free to adjust my text size for the #aestheitc of your blog, but nothing smaller than <small> please & thank u ! also italics / bolding / underlining is used for *josh peck voice* emphasis, so if that could be left alone too that’d be Noice. also hazel’s story is trigger heavy, but EVERYTHING will be tagged ( honestly i’m one of those people who tags even the lightest mentionings just to keep people safe & comfy ) and her bio, in case you wanted to read it, also has warnings and lets you know when the subject matter is over so you can skip over it ! 

[historic-homosexual]

Pls pls pls do all the oc questions!!

jokes on you I was already doing that and planned on just putting it out there but now I can use this as an excuse,,hah someone wants to know thisI’m sorry for how long some parts got, I noticed how much I wrote on Célestin and tried to keep it down from then but that didn’t completely work,,,And actually I dare/tag you to do these too. I know that ain’t normal proceedure w ask memes but I do a thing called what I want

1. Your first OC ever?

I think my first oc was your typical mary sue, named Angel, whom I used for basically every fandom I got in then. I’ve since reworked her because I couldn’t leave her the mess she was lmao

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

Not really, tho I have to admit I have some that I’m especially fond of, but that’s still like half of my ocs

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

Not a full character but a friend of mine made the design for Charlie years ago

4. A character you rarely talk about?Sadly that’d also be a couple of em, for example Eleonore or Otávio or my monster ocs

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

That’s a difficult one…Brist is pretty worked out and good so maybe him, or Eligos bc I’m proud of their design

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

I’d never noticed it before this but Seth and Elijah oh geez

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?I have a bunch of ocs that are part of my own work, which I refer to as ‘Golden Empire’

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

I privately rp w @spokoystviye, namely our ocs Regulus and Adelais. We used to do Gregory and Jason too but ever since we worked on the time it plays in that’s stopped lmao.

So Regulus it is: Regulus Whitlock, living in France during the French Revolution. He’s originally from England, where he grew up the son of a Blacksmith. Regulus is exceptionally tall for the time he lived in, very soft hearted and believes in “dressing like a gentleman,behave like a bastard”. Most part of his life he works as a Blacksmith from his shop, that he took over from his father after the man died. Regulus took on a ‘side job’ as a hunter, smart, a good shot and with a great need to help people. But he’s of too good nature, ending up taking in a Vampire of all things, despite better judgement, not able to leave the woman to her death.

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

I don’t think I could give an oc to a random person, that is one that I’ve worked w a lot. Just making a design and such for the purpose of giving it away in the first place would be fine

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

Gerwyn is relatively complicated to draw solely because his base design is full body armor lmao. Besides him maybe Susanna and Nathanael since their design is hard to make it look accurate especially without colouring it

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

Seth, definitely, he’s the most positive and sweet of all my Ocs

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

Both @bruhchantite and @spokoystviye have ocs I love, like Bruhs Arcana Oc Nien, whom I like a lot, and Leander has Adelais who’s a sweet baby deserving protection [also Adelean is hot shit]

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? There are quite a few I’d say lmao

But most of them I’d consider more violent than troublemaker, so Jonathan probably (whos still violent but who was a troublemaker even before that)

14. Tragic Backstory

Gregory and Annora have a tragic backstory as well but I’m gonna go w Célestin rnTw: Rape, Abuse, Homophobia

Célestin Villeneuve grew up in France to very religious parents with strict views.  Célestins mother had unhappily carried out Célestin, having gotten pregnant at a very young age. Both her and her husband being strong believers, they considered abortion a sin and kept the child. Her own parents threated it like a shameful secret, making their daughter and her boyfriend marry, despite them being 16 at the time. They moved to the next town, where they were unknown and had everyone belive that they were both adults, their child concieved properly, after marriage and willingly.

Not having finished their education properly, Célestins father lied in order to get a job, his wife mroe than willing to keep up his tales, in fear of being ridiculed by the community. Appearance and what others thought of them became the most important thing to Célestins mother early on, drilled into her by her own parents.Célestins father craved to be popular and keep his image in the town.

They were active in church and his father insisted on going to every sunday mass, prayers before lunch and his child confessing his sins to him.Punishment often consisted of simple bread and cheese and water for meals, a swat ont he back of his head if it was particularly bad in his parents eyes.

Célestin had always been a perfect child, smart and following his parents wishes, sitting in church, firm in prayer.He considered his parents treatment right, and, as he kept from sin, was confident it would never get any worse.However, he was gravely mistaken.As he got older, Célestins parents would get worse in their punishment, afraid their child would sully their image, as they themselves had, with the early pregnancy.

Things reached a peak when Célestin discovered he was gay. Knowing it to be a sin, he told his mother, asking her for help to free him of this condition, telling her he’d accept the punishiment if it’d only make him right in God’s eyes again.

His mother was shocked, less so because of her sons sexuality, but more so because she had seen the violence raging in her husband and was well aware that he would no longer keep the punishment to a few slaps.Talking to her husband that night, when Célestin was asleep, she attempted to sway her husband, who was as she had expected, beyong angered.

He however knew of her fear for being casdt out of the community and explained that not punishing and correcting such behaviour would result in Célestin believing it was normal and flaunting it around for everyone to see. Riddled by fear, Célestins mother accepted her husbands preposition as what would happen to her son.

While Célestin had expected punishment, nothing would have prepared him for what would come for him as his father would drag him out to the field each day anew, whipping him until his back was bleeding. His wife was fobidden to tend to her sons wounds and was often standing by staring into nothing while her son begged for forgiveness.

Célestin learned how to poorly tend to his own injuries, some getting infected at the lack of proper treatment. To his own shock no beating did help to cure him as he had desperately hoped to happen to stop the violent treatment. Unsure where to turn, and why God would have him suffer like this, despite all attempts and prayer, Célestin went to the church to confess and ask a pastor for help.The man was shocked and appalled at what he heard and even more so at the fact that Célestin was under the impression that this was right.

For the first time Célestin was told that he was treated terribly, and that he had done nothing to deserve this. He went away with odd feelings in his mind and the first seeds of doubt. Attempting to help, the pastor went to talk to Célestins parents a few days later, when Célestin himself was in school, trying to sway them in their ways, telling them that they surely had to know that he had to report such behaviour.

When Célestin returned from school, he found his mother crying adn his father angrier than hed ever been. They’d not taken the pastors warning to take their son away to their heart, seeing their fault in their actions but instead saw nothing but the ridicule they were about to face, as well as the authorities coming up. Célestins father feared to loose his job, and face, more than he feared for his sons life. He beat Célestin again before dragging him into his parents room, where a middle aged woman was waiting that was known throught the town for offering any kind of intercourse for the right money.

Saying that there was only one way to truly fix him, Célestins father forced his son to have sex with the prostitute, watching with a belt in hand to make sure the intercourse was actually carried out. During it he would often ask his son if he was still filthy, wanting to do this with ofther men and woulod generally insult and hummiliate him. Whenever his son would answer with crying or begging his father to stop this, he would simply pay the woman for yet another round.

When it was finally over, Célestin was left laying in his parents bed, listening as his parents were having dinner in the kitchen.Filled with shame he declined everything when the authorities came knocking at their door the next day, nodding of his fathers claim that he had made it all up.

The pastor attempted to speak to Célestin but when he asked to see the boy the evening, he and Célestins parents found his room empty.Célestin had ran away.

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

Gosh I love it I wish I could do it more. I feel if u actually have some else to chat ocs with it leads to ur oc getting more and more fleshed out

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?

I think Helva would take the cake on that one

17. Any OC OTPs?

Regulus/Adelais, Caspian/Nadia, Hunter/Piper and Araan/Dorian,,,,If I can be honest, I hardly have the amount of Oc ships as I would lmao,,,my ocs do function on their own but there are so I’d just love to ship lmao

18. Any OC crackships?

Not really any, I shortly thought about just taking a random oc from u/Leander and pairing them randomly w one of mine for the laughs of it.But then I felt it would maybe be inapropriate to do that lmaoo

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

While all my Ocs mean a lot to me I chose Brist for this because he’d the first Oc I made for a game, fallout new vegas, which I love a lot. He pretty much develpoed all by himself while I was playing, and is really fleshed out now. I’m super fond of him somehow.Here are a couple of things about him:

Brist was born 2225, the son of  caravaneers, somewhere on their travels and therefore does not know where exactly he was born. Deciding that raising a child at such young age while traveling would not work well, they settled near the ruins of Ashton and Hopeville, where a small community was build.Brist spend his childhood in the Divide and soon began traveling alongside his father, keeping the community flourishing as the only connection between it and the rest of the land. When the Divide and the road paved by Brist came to attention of the NCR, they cooperated to protect the supply line and keep it open for other traders. With that done and his home taken care of, Brist left the Divide to travel further, exploring New California as a drifter.  

Brist came to enjoy the life of a Drifter, occasionally taking small jobs and living from day to day up until returning to the divide a last time, making a delivery that would cause his home to be destructed.Not knowing of what had happened, Brist returned into the Mojave desert, further traveling New California before joining the Mojave Express.2281 he was hired to deliver another important package, once more without knowledge of what it would cause, and was shot in the head by Benny in Goodsprings.

He doesn’t sleep too much, and he’s not at all picky about where. He prefers having some sort of mattress but if he’s tired and there’s none he’ll sleep on the floor.

Brist is an Courier and Explorer at heart, determined to finish his jobs, power through them. Even if that might result in physical pain or poisoning. Brist has the constant need to be on his feet all the time, traveling, looking around or doing things for people and he often does not sleep, eat, shower or talk during these travels. Sometimes he’s so focused on the road ahead that he misses the explosive traps right in front of him.

He notices that he is doing this, and he can sometimes be heard muttering to himself how he’ll see a doctor in the next town and so on, but those good intentions always get lost along the way. Brist hates missing traps and such, but he doesn’t quite see that those thigns could easily be avoided if he’d be more careful.

He is suffering from Radiation Poisoning, he could easily be treated for it at the early stages but he literally does not care enough to see a doctor or get some RadAway. He keeps delaying it in favour of missions and traveling and stuff

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Charlie sings, more for herself actually, than for anyone else but she’s quite good at it. She’s constantly humming when she’d focusing on something and sometimes doesnt even notice when she starts singing along to songs. She simply loves music a lot and lets herself be taken along by the songs. Has no real preference for genre but she likes happy go lucky songs most

21. Your most artistic OC

Richard aka Dick. He’s at tattoo artist and leaves cool little doodles everywhere. Especially great with colours. The most colorful the better

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

There aren’t really any, since my ocs arent popular or anything. Someone did sometimes, but it was more forcing their ideas or their own thoughts w their own ocs on mine,,,

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

Gregory, as you see below has changed quite a bit. While the overall design is the same, now he looks  as nasty as I imagine him to be, a lot less soft.Character-wise my ocs didn’t change drastically

Only the fact, in Gregory’s case, that he got more fleshed out, and the time he lives in changed, to the 50sI’m trying to not write to many long things here lmao.Especially since just u and Leander will read this and Leander knows himst and Regulus already.

Dr Gregory Thomas Landon was born 1911 to Sybill and Raphael Landon. While the first world war almost went by without having any impact on the family, Raphael was pulled into war when America joined in 1917 and died in combat.

With her husband gone and her son just 6 years old, Sybill took a job as a secretary to make sure of her and her sons survival.Sybill had grown up the youngest child (of those who had survived) out of 5, always too smart and abitious for a woman in her time. Her father was Doctor and she would often sneak into his office room to look through notes and books on human anatomy and patient records.She had written down what she believed could be links between illnesses,behaviour and anatomy, finding the greatest interest in the still very new field of psychology. Of course her father wanted to hear nothing of it, Sybills oldest brother being the one ment to inherit their fathers office and place as a doctor.

But Sybill had never stopped being interested in psychology, following the work of Edward Titchner, whod brought psychological studies to America, as well as the rise of ‘structuralism’ ,as close as possible.Unlike Titchner, who excluded the study of children, Sybill wondered if it was the childs mind that should be studied to find the roots of all things. Perhaps it was bitterness above all that drove her to the treatment of her son in the following years. Sybill had lived her life knowing that she had no possibility whatsever to porperly study psychology and work on her theories. But hearing about Margaret Washburn, the woman that had been able to become a psychologist, Sbyill turned anger and disappointment to her son, whom she viewed as the reason she had to stay at home and be a mother isntead of trying to achieve what Ms Washburn had.

Quickly she realized however that she did not need a title or be thought by a Doctor to test her theories, deciding to conduct them on her son, who had kept her from fullfilling her dream. While Gregory was not the perfect research object, already six years and not a infant, who Sybill believed to be the ideal stage, she attempted to see if continous infliction of pain would change her sons behaviour.

She was especially curious if such pain inflicted on the brain would influence Gregorys personality, perhaps causing of curing misbehaviours and such. Gregory would grow up very intelligent but withdrawn, hardly finding kinship with people his age, spending his time reading. Like his mother before him he became interested in the human mind and, unlike Sybill, was able to study, earning him a Doctorate in both psychology and psychiatry

While he remained living with his mother he would sometimes roam the university campus, especially after long nights of studying, observing the people around.

It was there that he, at age 19, that he met a young woman that had been wandering around, lost and visibly pregnant. Seeing her caused a deep shock in Gregory as she resembled his mother in looks like no other woman he’d even seen before. Unbeknowns to his mother, Gregory had suffered great damage from her treatment of him, which had lead to violent thoughts and great apathy. Had the girl not approached him, she would have lived but she decided to ask him for help, ending in her death.

This remained the only unplanned murder commited by the Doctor, who hid her body, laying awake at night, working out what to do with her. He had carefully opened her up, not focused on her death as much as on causing her pain for as long as possible, but as he hadn’t been very ecperienced yet he had made quite a mess. The young woman would turn to the first in a row of women that caused Gregory to perfect his work and disposal of the bodies.

World War Two brought a sudden end to the Doctors murder streak. Age 30 when America entered the War he was pulled into it as a medic, despite not being properly trained as a Doctor 

However his talents that he had perfected during his murders had been of great use during the war that had only led to Gregory becoming even more cold to death and gore. Returning from the War he was offered a position at a instiution, as the need for Psychologists arose.

However Gregory saw no great interest in treating shell shocked patients for too long, he instead chose to focus on the psychiatric field, working in an asylum from then on. Gregory is, while extremely smart, speaking four languages and being a Doctor, unable to form any bonds with people.

He’s terribly arrogant and aware of his intelligence, viewing it as a superiority to other people. He suffers from antisocial personality disorder/ psychopathy and is addicted to nictotine.

He’s a very cleanly person, almost to a point of it being an obsession. He smells of Nicotine, Disinfectant and a neutral perfume.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Oh geez, well I’d rather meet an oc of mine thats like, one of the chill ones. Maybe someone about my age.

Someone like Friedrich or Violet. It’d be easiest to talk to them, and I know they are super nice. Meeting Brist, Araan or Caspian would be cool too tho, so many stories and questions there

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

There used to be the joke that Friedrich is basically a tall, muscular version of me. Funnily enough I now have the chin beard as well, and I’ve discovered that I’m as much of a nerd and work focused person as he is. Still while we share some similarities, we’re p different still lmao

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

Not really, only changed things to be more accurate and stuff but that aint against my will or anything

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? Nope

28. Your most dangerous OC?

There are a couple, such as Cenric (being a crazy, megalomanic, narcisstic, manic Emperor), Gregory and Jonathan (literal serial killers), Crya (cannibalistic monster) and Eligos (p much does body disposal). 

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

Eddy and Dick, they would tell each other because they’d go together lmao. Paula would want to and just before going there she’d chicken out of it

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? Quinn, he’s tall and grown up but he loves small and cute things

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Friedrich II:Would have a super cool layout that he coded himself, and would offer the theme for people to use, as well as giving people tips on how to easily do cool things w their themes.

His icon would’ve been fairytale themed for a while until he posts his first selfie for pride month, then it’s a picture of him with a pride flag. He’d reblog peoples art of fairytales, and he’d especially love peoples new interpretations of them

Would reblog thing about rats and post pictures of his own rats with cute captions. Reblogs peoples selfies during pride and other pride days ( like trans day of visibility n such), always adding super nice things in the tags.

He posts his first selfie during pride and it gets quite the reblogs and people asking to see more (half of them are thirsting after his body) Declines the request to post full topless pictures because he says that his blog is sfw and he doesnt want to mix fairtales, rats and codes with nudes.

He would have a nsfw blog tho,,,hes horny He’d give it to those over 18 that’d ask, reblogging gifs and stuff there and yeah thats where he posts topless pictures.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

I’d like to say Brist because that would be funny as hell and he would actually explore everything, pretty unfazed by what is going on. But honestly Annora is already living a horror game pretty much, that is with loosing her parents, fighting for survival,being used by the revolution group as a ‘chosen one’, and especially because she has to encounter the wandering twins, which are creepy as heck. She’s a fighter against will but she pulls through and shes careful enough not to do something stupid.

33. Your shyest OC?

That’d be sweet, pure Charlie

34. Do you have any twin characters?

Oh yes, Eddy and Dick; Jae-Eun and Jae-Hyeok; Nathanael and Susanna

35. Any sibling characters?

There’s a lot coming your way

Cenric and his younger sister Annora

Sadira and her older brother Arshad

Gregory actually has a halfbrother that’s not really developed, named Maximilian 

Charlie and her younger sister Paula

Olivia and her older brother Bill

Arthur and his younger brother Jonathan

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?

The above mentioned Adelais who belongs to Leander, is let’s say semi-paired w Regulus

Established girlfriends Sadira (who’s my oc) and Elizaveta (who is his)

Violet (mine) and Cole (his) sweet young love

And an AU Version of my oc Echo is the ex of Ninas OC Crem

Charlie used to be w the oc Amy of a friend but idk if that’s still a thing

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human

There are a few, like Myka, Viida, Amodis,Brist, Rovhen and Araan but I think I’ll go with Cyra

Cyra, or ‘Venus Cyra’ is not as developed as some others here so not to worry about too long of a text,,,,I hope

Cyra is meant to exist around the 50s funnily enough, just like Gregory, which I really didn’t intend lmaoShe is,a s the question suggests, not quite human, despite maintaining a relaticely human appearance for most of the time. Cyra lives in a house in the fictional Bloomstreet, which has been declared haunted decades ago because of a man living inside of it that took great joy in messing with his neighbours.

Crya believes herself to have lived in the house all of her life, with no memory as to how she got to come there and why she can’t leave it.In truth it’s told that she moved in with her grandmother when Cyra was just a baby, having lost her parents. If you were to believe the whispers and legends the old woman was very poor, hardly able to keep the small house for her and her granddaughter.

She would wear the same old clothes she had arrived in, the young girl wearing a worn out dress with a pale blue bow. Legends say that they were so poor that the grandmother couldn’t afford to buy much more than bread and water.

A police man came to their door one day because the old woman hadn’t been able to pay for her house anymore. Desperate, it’s said that she hit the man across the head as he had bend down to say hello to Cyra, who looked famished and sick at that point.

Not sure what to do with the body and knowing that her granddaughter needed more than bread to survive and grow, she went to butcher the man and cook him into stew for herself and her granddaughter to eat. As she saw that Cyra became more healthy and stronger at the meat consumption, the old woman, desperate and hopeful to keep her beloved granddaughter alive, fully turned to cannibalism.

It’s said that the grandmother died a couple of years later of old age but legends have it that she is still in the house as well, a half dead monster. Cyra, having eaten human flesh all her life is said to have turned into a wendigo like creature,fully turning into a gruesome beast during the nights, to feed on the flesh of people that dare to enter the haunted house.

She is called Venus in some tales because a man claimed to have seen her one day, watering the roses in the lawn of the house, more beautiful than anything he had seen all his life, calling her ‘a sight like the goddess Venus herself’

Cyra isn’t fully aware of these legends, but she is aware of her monsterous nature, that she is unable to control. She believes she was cursed to stay in this house, a monster taking her place during night, leaving her with the remains of peoiple and the ravaging craving for human flesh.

She loved taxidermy and moths, and tending to flowers.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?

Irina is a professional ballet dancer so I’d say she’s the best out of my Ocs

39. Introduce any character you want

Alright, because I’ve tought about them recently, I’ll cheat a bit and introduce two ocs: Susanna and Nathanael, whom I mentioned somewhere above briefly as ‘The Wandering Twins’

They are part of my Golden Empire universe and are the heads of one of the groups that build after the collapse of most of what we know of the Earth.

They play a part in Annoras journey to find her brother as both a danger to avoid/defeat, as well as potential allies. Susanna and Nathanael are twins that are both about 1,90m tall and are constantly veiled, having stapled veils to their faces and necks.

That adds to their ghostly,creepy appearance. You could describe their group as a cult,as it is religiously motivated and their followers are devoted to Susanna and Nathanael, who they call ‘Mother’ and ‘The Priest’

That could come fromt he fact that Susanna wears the traditional headwear of a nun, while Nathanael looks somewhat like a Priest and carries a bible around. Christianity is considered an old and outdated religion in the times that GE plays in, practiced by a very small amount of people before the collapse. It’s generally thought of as outdated and outlandish, with stories too wild to be real.

However some of the old text have been recovered or been carried on over generations by those that remain firm believers in the Christian God. Susanna and Nathanael were raised by such a family and spread their belief to vulnerble and scared people after the collapse that latch onto it as a form of explanation easily.

The Twins view the collapse as a sort of apocalypse brought by God to punish Humanity for their sins, they believe that they must attone and suffer now as Earth was made their purgatory. If one is firm in belief and enough suffering is done, so they say, Heaven will open up and they will be taken by God to heaven, forgiven and able to forget the horrors they went through on Earth.

They expect that suffering to be done by their followers, who all walk barefoot, some of them having blinded themself in order to see nothing but God in their lifes. Susanna and Nathanael as well as their group wander in order to spread their message, taking in new followers if they prove their faith by stripping themselves of their footwear and walking through the ruins of cities with them until their feet bleed.

Only if they are willing to shed blood for their sins will they be taken on and be bathed and baptized in a river and dressed in simple gowns.It is considered the highest honour to be veiled just like Susanna and Nathanael. They seem to be able to appear out of nowhere and have a settlement in the woods that they return to.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

I love developing oc things w my friends, its always a lot of fun and I wish I could do that more. Especially nice was cosplaying Gregory and Jason w Leander,,,cosplaying ocs is rad af, would love to do that again

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

Yeee, mostly you and Leander actually, but a couple of others too. Let me see if I can show u a favourite oc art from u and from Leander

@bruhchantite listen,,,this is so fucking cute, I love seeing our kids all together. All art of them is always so happy and positive. I love every piece u did of em but this one especially bc,,,bringing star wars into it??Power move

@spokoystviye okay listen you made soo many great pieces but this one,,,this one idk maybe its because I love Brist so much but,, this is simple yet amazing. I love the small light play u got in here and just how u drew Brist,,,thats me boy!!!

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

Cenric, I’d say. He thinks of himself as a god after all. I think he’d like the imagery of it all

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

Oh geez well,, I generally make my ocs older than me, like most of them are in their late 30s/40s, I have more ocs heading 60s than I have heading 20 lmao. My ocs are more often male than any other gender and more likely to be lgbt than straight. I like nice and clean looks, Leander can tell a great deal about how much I care for a clean look lmao. Most of my ocs have their life in order, and most of them are on the taller side

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

I put thought into my characters,so I think that makes them interesting and fun. And I try very hard to havbe them make sense and be time/lore appropriate.

45. A character you no longer use?

I did drop some Ocs a bit ago that never got much work and that I didn’t think interesting enough to work on. Sadly enough I don’t do as much w my ocs as I’d like to generally.

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

Nope, I’m generally kind to my characters lmao

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?

both Nina and Leander did and I think it’s v sweet hell yeah

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

Charlie and Caspian, truly good and pure, and positive

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Seth would definitely love memes. So would Kylan but he’d like the really weird ones best. Eddy and Dick would constantly send memes to each other, effectively annoying everyone else. Paula would like memes when they are already outdated

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

Generally special universe oc seem to be more interesting than like,,basic universe ones but I wannt quickly talk abour my OC WilliamI love him okay? He’s from Russia, where he grew up in a tightly knit family. He’s a childrens Doctor and was married to Nahia, who’s an ER Doctor. They met in med school and got along super well, they both were used to the whole early marriage idea and marrying someone you like so they did just that. They both always wanted to have children and kid. It’s very important for them to be there for thgeir child despite their jobs. William is such a dad, he loves his child so much, he’d do anything for em. He and Nahia are best friends, even after the divorce, which happened after long talks because they had noticed that something was off. It led to William confessing that he thinks he might be gay and they ended up divorcing because it turns out yes he is. William probably would’ve stayed w Nahia, also for their childs sake but she wouldn’t hear anything of it. He’s a very kind man, calm and I love the thought of him being able to explore who he is even at his age. He’d be so new to everything,,sobs,,angel

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1. How's your day? Could be better honestly haha2. How many rp blogs are you currently running? 3! This one, an overwatch one with Widowmaker as my muse @spidersniper a pokemon with an oc @indiana-and-her-rocks3. Are they any inactive muse(s) you'd wish to bring back?A lot, but this is somewhat a problem in a multimuse blog like me. 4. Favourite rp moment you had? Oh man, theres been a lot, but threads that can manage to make me cry are some of my favs. I can thank @teamdajr for that.5. Which muse do you want to rp as in the future? Mmh, probably Ghira, and new rwby characters as they pop up.6. Do you have a large circle of friends in the rp community or a small one?Medium? Its not the biggest but def not small.7. Is there something you wish you could change about your rp style? Hum, write longer? I tend to be on the short side and I wish I wrote longer replies or had an easier time doing so.8. Which harry potter house do you and your muse belong to? Im a Ravenclaw and Vel is a hufflepuff.9. Is there someone you believe deserves more love? If so tag them and say something positive about them. @teamdajr fuck man, I love your stories and ocs, they are all really awesome! 10. Favourite video game right now? Oh boi, huh its split between Overwatch, Far Cry 4 and Skyrim11. What would you and your muse's pokemon team look like?Me: Decidueye, Meganium, Tyrantrum, Chandelure, Froslass and togekiss. Vel: Lopunny, Teddiursa, Scizor, Lucario, Togekiss and Blissey.12. Whats the meaning behind your url?Its pretty straight forward, im a rwby rp blog that originally rped only as a bunny mage. Rwbybunnymage.13. What drew you to the muse you are rping as right now?Velvet was my fav character, but then my curiousity grew I wanted to play like everyone haha.14. Are there other character you drew inspiration for your muse?Im gonna use my ocs for this one, and yes. Team MGIC was actually entirely based off mtg lore Mei's design comes from niv-mizzetGaelean's design and story come from Gideon JuraIcelyn's design and story come from AvacynAnd Claudia's story partially comes from Elspeth. 15. What type of music do you listen to? Classical, kinda became my thing as a music major. 16. What is your favourite fanfiction involving your muse(s)?I cant remember the name or the story but it involved Velvet and Blake, it was really good. 17. If you could be at any place right now, where would it be? With my boyfriend and girlfriend, hopefully in their arms18. Do you get scared easily?Fuck yes19. A plot you want to do one day for your muse. This one is for Ruby, but a modern au where she is autistic, and she keeos writing a fantasy story about her friends and family that draws from what happens in real life. She comes from a family in the mafia and her life is constantly affecting her story (yes the story is the show in itself.)20. What disney movie do you think your muse would like? Huh...is lion king disney? I cant remember21. Any pet peeves you have in general?Three, two non rp and one rp. I hate it when people think they know music theory and tries to sound smart but then dont know shit? It just pisses me off. Another is hearing people eat, I hate it. Rp wise, I hate people who uses * for action. I just dont like it. 22. How long have you been rping? Its been like...a year and a half now? I think?23. What makes you continue to rp on tumblr?This is the third time I tag them, but @teamdajr cause they do my crazy ideas. Love you @teamdajr and my gf @velvet-material (either one of you, tell me if you dont want me to tag you in this btw)25. What roleplay aspect of yours are you proud of? Probably my versatility? I like playing different muses.Thank you for the ask!!

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2016 Year in Fic

I did this last here (here it is) and it was fun, so I did it again.  I’m not gonna tag anyone, but you should do it, too!

Fic List

(For me, I’m only counting finished works, but if you end up doing it, decide for yourself what counts.)

1. “...why would I care?” (Jon/Lin) This was a test the waters fic-  at the time there were less than 30 fics on AO3 for this obviously wonderful pairing, so the community was still pretty tiny.  I got butt hurt about the way they demanded my compliance on an intentional publishing choice, so even though I really like this pairing, I’m never gonna publish in it again. (I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse for the fandom- probably doesn’t make much of a difference at all)  Cute fic though.  I stand by the fact that it’s adorable. (2,167 words)

2. A Captain meets a Pilot (Chris Pine/Oscar Isaac)  Pictures of Chris Pine and Oscar Isaac at D23 together surfaced.   I will (and do) ship Chris Pine with anything, so this just seemed like a no brainer. (1,461 words)

3. A Study in Backlit Light (Pinto) Zach lives in New York and instagrammed a picture of him looking lonely at the same time that Chris was in NYC.  Why not? (448 words)

4. I have a type (Richlee and Rich/Lee/Raul Esparza) Raul Esparza looks a little like Richard Armitage.  And Lee and he were on Pushing Daisies together.  Then he and Richard were on Hannibal together.  It really makes perfect sense to me, Bryan Fuller was obviously creating a situation for Lee (and my) dreams to come true (6,221 words)

5. Legendary Weapons (RichLee) What the fuck did Richard name his penis? (197 words)

6. To Try for the Sun (Stucky) My first (and currently only) Stucky!  Based on the song of the same title. (1,946 words)

7. Five times Zach said “Goddamnit, Pine!” (And one time Chris did) (Pinto) I just re read this.  Zach’s such a dick to my poor Princess Whitelaw.  From the kink meme. (1,230 words)

8. Knights of Desire (Merthur- but really Merlin/Everyone) I actually haven’t finished this one yet.  But I will get that Merlin/Arthur ending scene done eventually. (9391 words)

9. Very Man-Crushy (Michael Fassbender/Chris Pine) My beloved Pie said he had a man crush (terrible phrase) on Fassy, so of course someone needed to write them fucking (of course!) (2,358 words)

10. Supporting Actor (Richlee)  This was a prompt!  Richard and Lee make a bet that if they win an Emmy they have to come out. I love coming out stories! (6,390 words)

11. I don’t know if I see it ~or~ 5 times Chris broke his glasses (and the one time Zach did) (Pinto) Another kink meme prompt. Are the 5:1 stories supposed to be snippets or are they supposed to be like mini chapters?  I can only make the mini chapters kind. (3,433 words)

12. Just a little more (RichLee)  Awesome tumblr fanart is awesome.  So I wrote something to go with it. (385 words)

13. Exactly the Right Mistake (RichLee)  This was supposed to be a short little thing for “take your fandom to work” day.  It kinda morphed. (21,121 words)

14. Cracked Love (Crack) My wife gave me a crack ship prompt (VCR/VHS) and I thought up some (Marble/Vacuum, Fork/Toaster) to see if I could do it. She says I did. (711 words)

15. Princess, Prisoner, Priceless (Greek Mythology) There was a writing contest- a really weird one that said “No fan fic need apply- just write about your favorite fairytales reimagined with smut.” and like… isn’t that exactly what fan fiction is?  I think they were looking for like, The Little Mermaid or Beauty and the Beast (But they also said not beastiality, so wtf?)  but I went with the tale of Danae, Mother of Perseus (slayer of Medusa) because I’m a fucking dork. (4,924 words)

16. You’re Never Really Alone (Charles Xavier/Erik Lensherr) I started to get into Cherik when Apocalypse came out. That is all. (2,113 words)

17. Teacher’s Pet (Peter Maximoff/Mystique) I started getting into Quicksilver when Apocalypse came out, too. (768 Words)

18. Prosciutto and Cheese (Hank McCoy/Peter Maximoff) There is not nearly enough fic in this pairing. (991 words)

19. How Peter Got His Groove Back (Hank McCoy/Mystique, Charles Xavier/Erik Lensherr, Peter is all alone) That Father/Son dynamic between Erik and Peter is just too much.  I had to explore it somehow. (3,979 words)

20. Traveling Soldier (RichLee) *Le Sigh*  I try to rein myself in, I try to keep my stuff interesting, but just like Sex, Love and Rock’n’Roll the year before, I can’t seem to keep it interesting enough for an audience.  Oh well.  I’m still really proud of this Vietnam Era AU- and if everything I’m proud of isn’t popular, who cares, as long as I enjoy it- that’s what fic is really about, right? (10,621 words)

21. Daphne (Richlee) There really isn’t enough Richard and Lee kid fic, IMHO.  (1,641 words)

22. Blueberry Yum Yum (Peter Maximoff/Kurt Wagner, Jean Grey/Scott Summers/Jubilation Lee) Have you ever heard that song? I’m kinda in love with Nightsilver, I can’t believe I haven’t written more of it.  (751 words)

Total Word Count: 85,387 words

Overall Thoughts: Well, I’ve drastically reduced my word count for this year. But I also seem to have stopped writing at the same time that I’d gone prolific in 2015.  And we all know what a terrible year this was.  I’m going to try not to beat myself up for the word count.  If I’m counting this right, I wrote for 11 different fandoms and a lot more pairings, compared to 7 fandoms last year. And I did do a little original fic- though definitely not enough finished!  I even managed to write a little poetry (which is always a yay-but-ugh sort of feeling) So I’m maybe not doing as much, but I’m stretching myself in some new ways, and that’s always nice.

Personal Best Story: Princess, Prisoner, Priceless.  It’s almost an original fic.  I’m getting there.  Plus, it was a lot of fun to research.  I’m sad that it’s not going to go anywhere, and there’s not much of a fandom to find it, but I still think it was pretty well done- and there was straight (ish- I’m not gonna claim Zeus is straight because that fucker is the most pansexual deity in existence) sex, which I’m always worried about getting wrong.

Personal Favorite Story: Traveling Soldier I just really, really loved this whole idea.  I don’t know why I wanted to write it- We were doing a challenge for Richard’s birthday and it was a lot of fun in that respect, but I have no idea what drove me to write about Army doctors and their teen-aged boyfriends.

Most Underappreciated Story: Cracked Love This is a story about a VCR and a VHS Tape.  I can’t actually expect anyone to find that, can I?  Do people even know what those are anymore? I’m not as tore up this year about not getting any attention.  Hopefully, that means I’m growing up a little, lol.

Most Popular Story: So, Apparently it’s Knights of Desire (?) Which I guess makes sense, most of my pairings are so much more random and rare, where as Merthur is much more popular ship.  Yay for that- though I’m sure my story gets lost in the mix of everyone else’s, comparatively.  There’s a lot of good stuff out there for them.

Story with the Sexiest Moment: I feel like I wrote a lot of smut this year, but apparently none of it published (yet)  There’s some car stuff that happens in Exactly the Right Mistake that really worked on me.

Most “Holy Crap That’s Wrong Even for Me” Moment: I wrote about a fork and a toaster falling in love.  I don’t know how I’m ever gonna beat that.

Story That Shifted My Perceptions of a Character: How Peter Got his Groove Back is really just a character study between Peter and Erik, and I really enjoyed allowing myself to do that with those two.

Most Fun to Write: Cracked Love. Definitely.  I mean, once you just throw your inhibitions and your sanity to the winds and just start writing to see if you can, you’d be amazed at what can happen.  It’s fucking fantastic.

Hardest Story to Write: “...why would I care?”  It’s not that the story was so hard to write- Jon and Lin fic basically write itself.  It was the reaction I got to the fact that I had left it unlocked. This year not as much, but my primary interest is and always has been writing RPF.  And I almost always keep it unlocked for a very specific reason- people are nervous about RPF, but that doesn’t mean they don’t want to read it.  So I want to make sure that anyone who doesn’t have an account and still wants to read about anyone I happen to write can still get to it.  It’s never been a problem in the other two fandoms that I’ve been in- Pinto and RichLee.  Some people might lock their work, but no one has ever come onto one of my stories and demanded that I change mine, and here I was within days of posting in this very tiny community, getting told by numerous people that I HAD to lock it, and that I was being over dramatic- not by making a big fuss over it (which I hadn’t even gotten a chance to do) but by not automatically locking the work.  The irony, of course, of a fandom getting nervous about RPF about LIN MANUEL MIRANDA, whose current success is 100% DUE to his SONG FIC RPF, and who has literally posted VIDEO of him doing the exact same thing as the “naughtiest” thing I wrote them doing (kissing, I wrote Jon and Lin kissing and apparently that needed to be hidden, lest either of them find it) is not lost on me. I know it’s been almost a year, and I should totally be over this, but I’m not.  Because it reminds me how hypocritical people can be about RPF, which is just plain stupid.

Favorite OC: Elpis from Princess, Prisoner, Priceless. I’m not really much for original characters in fic (I say that, but I honestly have no clue if my stats back that up) but Elpis is super cute and I love her.

Biggest Surprise: Honestly? Finding out that  Knights of Desire  was my most popular story right now just surprised me.  I didn’t expect that at all!

Most Unintentionally Personal Story: Well, this doesn’t count as “unintentional” because it was for the “Take Your Fandom to Work” Challenge, but Exactly the Right Mistake put Lee in a very similar situation to mine- alcoholic non-profit office drone with not a lot of prospects.  And while HE gets to go off with amazing billionaire Richard, I’m still stuck here for the rest of my life.  Kinda a downer, really.  Still, a lot of fun to write.  

Favorite Lines/Scenes:

Just a little more  The fan art this was based on was ~amazing~

Sir Mordred in Knights of Desire I really love Alexander Vlahos, but I also really, really love hate-fucking.

This is so cheesy, but I really love it: “A M67 hand grenade has a fatality radius of 16 feet.  Richard could throw one 100 feet.  The feeling of hearing a M67 go off, hoping it’s far enough, secretly hoping it hits nothing at all.  Kissing Joe was exactly the opposite of that feeling.”  (From  Traveling Soldier )

Lines/Scenes I’d Like to Change: I dunno.  I tend not to go back with fic.  Just forward and hopefully upwards in terms of writing.  But who really knows?  I’d like to go further with some stories.  There’s a whole second half to Exactly the Right Mistake that I’ll never write. And I’d love to do a whole series of sexy myths a la Princess, Prisoner, Priceless but time wise, I just don’t know that I’ll ever have it in me.

Top Five Scenes I Wish Could Be Illustrated:

Everyone laying around getting high in Blueberry Yum Yum

Richard and Lee holding their baby in Daphne

Depressed Chris in Five times Zach said “Goddamnit, Pine!” (And one time Chris did)

Bucky and Steve hiding from trouble Steve caused in To Try for the Sun

Peter and Erik playing basketball in How Peter Got His Groove Back

2016 Writing Ambitions:

O-Fic would be nice  Did some (but need to do more!)

Finishing those Pintos I worked on them, but I didn’t finish any of them.  

Finishing that RichLee threesome that’s staring at me angrily Done!

RichLee Divers AU I opened this up a few times, the ideas are still solid, but I don’t know if I’ll ever sit down and do anything other than fiddle with my outline.

RichLee 60′s NYC AU As god as my witness, this WILL happen… some day.  I just don’t know when.

Jon/Lin Fics (They practically fic themselves) Did one.  Never again.

Hamilton Fic I still kinda want to, but I’m not sure now if I feel comfortable.

Star Wars TFA Fic (Poe/Finn/Rey)  UGHHHH!  I am so mad I missed this.  I didn’t know I was going to get obsessed with X-men, that’s what really fucked me over!!!

I dunno, tie up all the rest of the shit I’ve been working on  God, I got barely anywhere with this.

2017 Writing Ambitions:

More O-fic

Finishing those Pintos  (a girl can dream, huh?)

RichLee 60′s NYC AU

The sequel to According to Plan is still sitting halfway done in my drafts…

Star Wars TFA Fic (Poe/Finn/Rey)

I’d really like to work on the Cary Grant/Randy Scott story in my head

Or that story about Mary Shelley’s half sister, Fanny Imlay.

And maybe one or two of the screenplays stuck in my notes folders?  It would be amazing to complete a screenplay this year.

I’m still really into Peter Maximoff, too.  I’d love to write a real full story about him- though I’d have to stop shipping him with literally everyone first.  (Or maybe not.  Hmmmm….)